Quotes About Fate

Maybe we have to betray ourselves in order just to be ourselves. In the end, Truth taps at the window of our souls. What quivers on the lake are only the footprints of Fate. Even our astronomers hear the funeral sounds of dying galaxies before they ever see them. Gusts of time are filling my lungs.

So trustful are the doves, the squirrels, the birds of the branches, and the creatures of the field. Under their tuition let us rid ourselves of mental terrors, and face death itself as calmly as they do the livid lightning; so trustful and so content with their fate, resting in themselves and unappalled. If but by reason and will I could reach the godlike calm and courage of what we so thoughtlessly call the timid turtle-dove, I should lead a nearly perfect life.

Death smiles at us all and all a man can do is smile back.

Maybe he was destined to die under the fading shadow of a plastic dinosaur surrounded by pickpockets, hookers, and panhandlers, but at least he'd never been to Mississippi.

And that makes a difference?" said Coop. "Let me put it this way," said Phil. "Were you fucked ten minutes ago?" "No." "Are you fucked now?" "Yes." "Then I guess it makes a difference." Coop

And if he's found guilty?" "Then his fate will be that of all the ignobles.

The universe is a meat grinder and we're just pork in designer shoes, keeping busy so we can pretend we're not all headed for the sausage factory.

There is no space between love and destiny

Dream is destiny.

We all arrive on Earth with a round-trip ticket.

We can spend our days bemoaning our losses, or we can grow from them. Ultimately the choice is ours. We can be victims of circumstance or masters of our own fate, but make no mistake, we cannot be both. The Walk - Epilogue Page 288

Fate is an excuse for people who are too stupid or too weak to make their own future," he said.

Fate is an excuse for people who are too stupid or too weak to make their own future

Fate does not bend for us-we must bend to it.

An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, and circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle, but it will never break.

The people in our lives are like cards in a deck. At different times we draw, hold, and discard, but, in the end, we don't really know the cards' value until life calls our hand.

As much as I have schemed and planned to the contrary, the most central experinces of my life have all been accidents.

Never put a question mark where God puts a period.

And S. Gregory says:—"Our life is like a man in a ship; sit he, stand he, sleep he, wake he, ever he gets thitherward where the ship is driving with the force of the weather. So we, in this short time, whatsoever we do, we drive ever to our end." And our enemy

you're just as dead whether they were born in a mansion or a slum, use a Magnum or a zip gun.

You're going to die in your best friend's arms. And you play along because it's funny, because it's written down, you've memorized it, it's all you know. I say the phrases that keep it all going, and everybody plays along.

Everyone in this room got here somehow and everyone in this room will have to leave.

Accidents never happen when the room is empty.

Well, it just figures," Younger told him, like a man explaining his religion.