Quotes About Fate

While Europe's eye is fix'd on mighty things, The fate of empires and the fall of kings; While quacks of State must each produce his plan, And even children lisp the Rights of Man; Amid this mighty fuss just let me mention, The Rights of Woman merit some attention.

Listen, old goat, today doesn't matter and tomorrow doesn't matter. It's the end of the game that counts and how many chips you've got in your pocket -- if you're still playing.

On the abyss's edge we slide and soon will plunge head first; our life is given us with our death – and we, when we are born, begin to die. Without an ounce of pity, death strikes all things, brings to nothing stars, and suns are quenched by her cold breath – destroyer of the universe.

If I'd knowed we'd be a-finding gold, I'd a stayed down in the tepee, because there ain't much worse can happen to a body

Nothing smelled worse than the death of another human being. Not horses or cattle or rotten whales washed onto a beach. Human death was the smell of what hid in the future, waiting for you.

America is fated to lead. That is the judgment of geography as it has played out over the past two and a half centuries.

With the Athenians, as with Darius, one is astonished by how the obsession with honor and reputation can lead a great power toward a bad fate. The image of Darius's army marching into nowhere on an inhospitable steppe, in search of an enemy that never quite appears, is so powerful that it goes beyond mere symbolism.

Life is either a collision of random events, like billiard balls during a break careening off and into one another, or if you are so inclined to believe, our predetermined fate—what my mother took such great comfort in calling God's will.

Everything happens for a reason, Samuel. Never forget that. Have faith in God's will." Then she closed her eyes. They would be the last words she ever spoke to me.

A wolf was no less a wolf because a whim of chance caused him to run with the watch-dogs.

Time and times are but cogwheels, unmatched, grinding on oblivious to one another. Occasionally - oh, very rarely! - the cogs fit; the pieces of the plot snap together momentarily and give men faint glimpses beyond the veil of this everyday blindness we call reality.

God didn't play games. He wasn't a co-conspirator. God either hit you hard and fast, and that was that, or he sat back and watched things spool out, laughing all the way out.

A death sentence was a death sentence, no matter how carefully it was worded.

A falling star was a failed star, a cinder burning in the atmosphere.

Not like God reads minds or anything. - He better not, or we're all fucked forever.

I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice.

I may have wept that any should have died Or missed their chance, or not have been their best, Or been their riches, fame, or love denied; On me as much as any is the jest. I take my incompleteness with the rest. God bless himself can no one else be blessed I hold your doctrine of Memento Mori. And were an epitaph to be my story I'd have a short one ready for my own. I would have written of me on my stone: I had a lover's quarrel with the world.

I sha'n't catch up in this world, anyway. I'd rather you'd not go unless you must.

Thou didst not know, who tottered, wandering on high That fate had made thee for the pleasure of the wind, With those great careless wings, Nor yet did I.

Spare me the setting of my fate to music.

Yes, when it's not our death." "You make that sound as if it wasn't so With everything. What we live by we die by.

A natural response when people feel overwhelmed is to retreat into various forms of passivity. If we don't try too much in life, if we limit our circle of action, we can give ourselves the illusion of control. The less we attempt, the less chances of failure. If we can make it look like we are not really responsible for our fate, for what happens to us in life, then our apparent powerlessness is more palatable.

If you allow yourself to learn who you really are by paying attention to that voice and force within you, then you can become what you were fated to become—an individual, a Master.