Quotes About Fate

the one I await. You don't think he'll come? I do. He promised. That's my power over him; without me his fate would be incomplete. Whether he likes it or not, I am the keeper of his promise. Should I die before him, without first returning to him his bond and his freedom, his secret would lose its meaning.

books, just like people, have a destiny. Some invite sorrow, others joy, some both.

Your sorrow is the inevitable result of circumstances beyond your control

Are we all destined to die as failures? Just

She honestly wondered sometimes which fate was worse, death or standing behind a curtain and looking out at the street at all the things you felt you could no longer have.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

sometimes he just can't help but think that there really is a grand plan. In a way, it reminds him of square dancing, how you can see the pattern fully only by looking at it from above, by not being a part of it.

He wore a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to the good place, and a heart-shaped leaf lay trapped in the hollow if his throat as though it were planned, though of course it was so perfect it couldn't have been planned.

That's life. You're born, and you get a ride on the Whirligig

Our own individual life history is also shaped that way. In large part, when you factor out fate, what we are is because of what we believe about ourselves. Wherever we are in the world, we mostly live in the small space between our ears.

Sometimes we make choices in our lives. Sometimes our lives make choices for us. I wish for you some harmony in spirit.

I think people see death as the hunter, but it's just the ticket taker, the timekeeper. It's the sound of a record playing in the background.

Fate is a part of our lives. Another part is choice. But the biggest part is the mystery, the great unknowable, about which we feel so many things, including joy.

all of our lives, we long to know what our future will be. It is a mercy we do not know.

whether it was fortunate or unfortunate for Claire that neither of her parents had left be-hind any relatives suitable for raising her—all had either been too dilapidated, too debilitated, too disinterested, or too dysfunctional.

She walked about with the rather fated expression you see in photographs of girls who have subsequently been murdered, but nothing had so far happened to her.

No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.

I wouldn't have been sent back to help you, Tristan continued. I wouldn't have been made an angel if it weren't important that you live, Ivy. I want you to be mine -Ivy could hear the pain in his voice- but you're not. I am! she cried out loud. We're on different sides of a river, he said, and it's a river that neither of us can cross. You were meant for somebody else.

you can?t always choose how you love a person. Love isn?t logical or fair. It just happens.

i love you Ivy. I'll never stop loving you. I prayed for one more chance to reach you, he said, to tell you how much I love you and to tell you to keep on loving. Someone else was meant for you,Ivy, and you were meant for someone else.

And that's the crucial element of life experience that so many of us avoid, you know. Trying something new, taking that single leap of faith into the utterly and absolutely unknown. Into the different. Those who take that leap are the ones who challenge whatever fate they might otherwise have. They fly in the face of societal expectations, determining for themselves who and what they will be and not allowing the bonds of birth, class, and bias to make that determination for them.

That's the thing about a human life-there's no control group, no way to ever know how any of us would have turned out if any variables had been changed.

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship - a play between divine grace and willful self-effort.

I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not coming here. This was never not going to happen.