Quotes About Fate

old Roman: "The fates lead him who will; him who won't they drag.

When you are on your path, and it is truly your path, doors will open for you where there were no doors for someone else.

Freud tells us to blame our parents for all the shortcomings of our life, and Marx tells us to blame the upper class of our society. But the only one to blame is oneself. That's the helpful thing about the Indian idea of karma. Your fate is the fruit of your own doing. You have no one to blame but yourself.

It is by means of our own victories, if we are not regenerated, that the work of Nemesis is wrought: doom breaks from the shell of our very virtue.

This death to the logic of emotional commitments of our chance moment in the world of space and time, this recognition of, the shift of our emphasis to, the universal life that throbs and celebrates its victory in the very kiss of our own annihilation, this amor fati, 'love of fate,' love of the fate that is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art...

Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour,He stood and counted them and cursed his luck;And then the clock collected in the towerIts strength, and struck.

Destiny was a hope found in the hearts of desperate men. But sometimes, if they believed strongly enough, desperate men could do great things.

The fate of the universe didn't rest in the hands of the giants. It could be found in the littlest things. Anything done well was a worthy accomplishment, whether it be unwrapping arcane secrets or sweeping halls, raising kingdoms from the ocean or washing dishes. All tasks, great or small, were of equal importance in the end. Without peasants, there could be no kings. Without soldiers, there was no army.

I've never believed in destiny. My personal philosophy is one of feigned entropic denial.

Love and the years- Love is a thing that's gathered, chance by chance, Out of life's ever-changing random dance.

There's this to say of love and breath -- They give a man a taste for death.

And while the sun and moon endure Luck's a chance but trouble's sure, I'd face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good.

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.

Si Edipo en lugar de hacer morir a la esfinge la hubiera domado y enganchado a su carro para entrar a Tebas, hubiera sido rey sin incesto, sin calamidades y sin exilio.

Monotheism introduced the idea that we should passively accept whatever fate God dealt. Gambling seemed to be a refusal to do that.

Luck runs out, Blackmane. Aye. But not today, singer.

The concept of luck flew in the face of the Omnissiah's divine plan and was therefore a falsehood.

The only way to kill me was to welcome his own death, and he did it the moment the chance arose.

Argel Tal often said that Fate had a vicious sense of humour. Khârn never doubted it for a second.

Khaane, Tezen, Slanat and Narag

they had been doomed to birth and condemned to live.

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, all that stuff. Death takes everyone. Most of us too early, a few of us not early enough.

Sometimes I think it is my fate to live in the wreckage and confusion of crumbling houses.

I feel anxious for the fate of our monarchy, or democracy, or whatever is to take place. I soon get lost in a labyrinth of perplexities; but, whatever occurs, may justice and righteousness be the stability of our times, and order arise out of confusion.