Quotes About Fate

That however small the chance might be of striking lucky, the chance was there.

Tragically, Solomon's

There is no conclusive evidence of life after death, but there is no evidence of any sort against it. Soon enough you will know, so why fret about it?

The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for---if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.

Random chance is not sufficient to explain random chance. ~Jubal Harshaw

There's a divinity that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we will." Free will and predestination in one sentence and both true.

the ways of God and government and girls are all mysterious, and it is not given to mortal man to understand them.

However, you are just as dead if you buy a farm in an "incident" as you are if you buy it in a declared war.

Ironia suprem? a vie?ii este c? nimeni nu scap? de ea cu via??

Random' and 'chance' are not related. 'Random chance' is a nonsense expression

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One might define adulthood as the age at which a person learns that he must die … and accepts his sentence undismayed.

Proverbs in many languages point out these three levels of consciousness. One story, for instance, relates that the simple man comes home in the evening wondering what's for dinner, the complex man comes home pondering the imponderables of fate, and the enlightened man comes home wondering what's for dinner.

Oh, as the tragedies of Shakespeare have revealed, the fall of kings is but fodder for the riches entertainments.

We are passing through Chaos but we will not end in Chaos. We still have a starry destiny ahead of us

Luck is the residue of design," I said.

Go jogging? And get hit by a meteor?

Looking back, looking back and trying to figure what made you that way, several things stand out in your mind. There may have been more than several. Maybe there were a hundred. Maybe a thousand. Small events, little episodes, all pointing you in the same direction, so that you might think you had free will when you wobbled from side to side on the track, but there were no switches for you to throw, no turnings to choose.

It is the fate of the genius to dwell alone.

Twelve years had passed, and now he'd come full circle. The whole business had started here, and here it must end. That was simple justice.

A lion may die of an ass's kick.

Smiling the boy fell dead.

The aim, if reached or not, makes great the life: Try to be Shakespeare, leave the rest to fate!

The best laid schemes o' Mice an' Men, Gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief an' pain, For promis'd joy! (To A Mouse)