Quotes About Fate

Behold, when thy face is made bare, he that loved thee shall hate; Thy face shall be no more fair at the fall of thy fate For thy life shall fall as a leaf and be shed as the rain; And the veil of thine head shall be grief, and the crown shall be pain.

So Tristram looked on Iseult face to face and knew not, and she knew not. The last time -- The last that should be told in any rhyme Heard anywhere on mouths of singing men That ever should sing praise of them again; The last hour of their hurtless hearts at rest, The last that peace should touch them, breast to breast, The last that sorrow far from them should sit, This last was with them, and they knew not it.

For no man under the sky lives twice

She loved the games men played with death, Where death must win

By Heaven, had I the teeth of Caucasus Red-hot from Promethean agonies, And tusks more lucid than the lunar snows, On those jagged lawns of Asia, cavernous With many a dragon banquet-eyes like those Minerva made of flint to shatter Jove-- I'd hurl their hate upon thee, and myself Die in a red parabola of Fate! --Ernest Wheldrake, The Monomaniac's Tragedy

Our affairs are attached to the destiny decreed by God, even our best plans may lead us to destruction.

When you have to depart from this world and have to meet death (eventually), then why wish delay? (i.e., why feel nervous about death?)

And they all lived happily ever after, until they died.

Time is just 'one damn thing after another ', Margaret Atwood says. That sounds like conventional narrative plot. And at the end of our allotted time, we'll end up in one of those, a conventional plot I mean, unless we stipulate otherwise in our wills.

If I am destined to be happy with you here Ã¢â'¬â€œ how short is the longest Life. John Keats

And then what happened next, well, it happened next, and history, that other word for irony, went its own foul witty way, sang its own foul witty ditty, and the girl was the one who died young in this story.

Maybe coincidence never means the way you want it to. Because if it did it wouldn't be coincidence, would it?

Believe me. Everything is meant.

A missed chance, a ruined life.

We need both luck and justice to get to live the life we're meant for, she says.

Your doom awaits you.

If death be the last thing I do, why, I pray the gods and heroes of my people that I try to do it as well as I have done more pleasant things.

Trouble is just like love, after all; it comes in unannounced and takes over before you've had a chance to reconsider, or even to think.

Here's the thing about luck...you don't know if it's good or bad until you have some perspective.

The success or failure of a life, as far as posterity goes, seems to lie in the more or less luck of seizing the right moment of escape.

Isn't it funny how we all die at the same time? Always at the end of our lives. Why worry?

I didn't care much what happened to me, so chance didn't matter.

I'm fated, and I'm entirely yours.

I didn't mean to be born.