Quotes About Fate

Ä°nsan son sayfas?na kadar ne olaca?? bilinmeyen bir roman gibidir. BaÅŸka türlü olsayd? okunmaya deÄŸmezdi...

Often I imagine that living is a game of rock-paper-scissors: fate beats hope, hope beats ignorance, and ignorance beats fate. Or, in a version that has preoccupied me: the fatalistic attracts the hopeful, the hopeful attracts the ignorant, and the ignorant, the fatalistic.

There's a reason for every relationship, that's what the saying means. Husband and wife, parents and children, friends and enemies, strangers you bump into in the street. It takes three thousand years of prayers to place your head side by side with your loved one's on the pillow. For father and daughter? A thousand years, maybe. People don't end up randomly as father and daughter, that's for sure.

What I own is my fortune; what I'm owed is my fate,

Hardships in lives, Moran was raised to believe, are like unpleasant weather, which one endures because bad weather will break as inevitably as bad luck will run its course. Hope is the sunshine after the storm, the spring thawing after the bitter winter; the goddess of fate, capricious as she is, has nevertheless an impressionable mind, as any young female does, who would smile at those who have perseverance.

We become prisoners of our own beliefs, with no one free to escape such a fate, and this, my dearest friend, is the only democracy offered by the world.

As their letters became increasingly melancholy, and as they - especially Stefan Zweig - increasingly refused to believe in any hope for themselves or for mankind, Eva was never included in that despair. This impunity is the same wishful thinking as when parents want to spare their children the difficulties they themselves have had to live through. Yet without that wishfulness, what are the parents doing but letting the melodrama of their own memories dictate the next generation's fate?

I wished, too, that life could be reset, but reset from when? From each point I could go to an earlier point: warning signs neglected, mistakes aggregated, but it was useless to do so, as I often ended up with the violent wish that I had never been born.

Bad things happen—wars, plagues, parents abandoning their children, the heartless preying on those with hearts—and no one, not a human or a god, will intervene.

In ancient tales she could have been one of those divine creatures who borrow their mothers' wombs to enter the mortal world and make a name for themselves, as a heroine or a devil, depending on the intention of the heavenly powers.

Fate is but a dying wish... Of a world that is beyond control. Like a single lotus flower, the future blossoms; Upon its petals, two people shall be free.

It is a terrible fate to be a human, to be young and fair, and then so quickly to decay." "A terrible fate indeed: to grow, to learn, to love, to create, to let go. Some say it's a terrible fate to be a Faery; to stay unchanging and unfeeling for all eternity, to spend one's time in nothing but frivolity and pleasure-seeking," Sylvie answers.

No matter how lucky a person is, the moment he decides he wants to die, there's nothing that will keep him alive.

My days restricted... my fate decided. And in that, the one and only freedom allowed to me... was to love...

Better to be caught in sudden, complete catastrophe than to be gnawed by the cancer of imagination.

very often a man's whole life alters course because of a moment's hesitation. That instant is like a fold made down the middle of a sheet of paper. In it, the underside becomes upmost, and what was once visible is hidden forever.

The path we're taking is not a road, Kiyo, it's a pier, and it ends someplace where the sea begins. It can't be helped.

Because all those people around you and Miss Satoko are moving slowly but inexorably toward a dénouement. You don't think the two of you can hover forever in mid-air like two dragonflies making love?

For even in the triviality of a single playing card missing from a deck, the world's order is inevitably turned awry.

Beneath the sky, wretched lonliness was no jot better or worse than good fortune and success. To put it another way, wherever you stood, the same starry sky was peering down.

Mes nesusiduriame su savo lemtimi netik?tai. Vyras, kuriam kažkada bus ?vykdyta mirties bausm?, visuomet - pakeliui ? darb? pamat?s elektros stulp?, pereidamas traukinio b?gius - mintyse piešia vietos, kurioje jam bus ?vykdyta mirties bausm? vaizdin?, artimiau su juo susipaž?sta.

No hay mayor seguridad que la de no saber hacia qué destino te dirigen tus pasos.

We do not collide with our destiny all of a sudden.

To speak of chance is to negate the possibility of any law of cause and effect. Chance is the one final irrationality acceptable to the free will.