Quotes About Fate

La sabiduría rompe las cadenas de la fatalidad y nos deja libres de las atadurillas liliputienses de la costumbre.

Hindley, with apparently the stronger head, has shown himself sadly the worse and weaker man ... One hoped, the other despaired: they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

One hoped, and the other despaired; they chose their own lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

Ah, vieste não é, Edgar Linton? - disse, com irada excitação.- És uma dessas coisas que sempre encontramos quando menos as queremos, e que quando são desejadas, nunca se encontram!

He quite deserted! we separated! she exclaimed, with an accent of indignation. Who is to separate us, pray? They'll meet the fate of Milo! Not as long as I live, Ellen — for no mortal creature. Every Linton on the face of the earth might melt into nothing, before I could consent to forsake Heathcliff! Oh, that's not what I intend — that's not what I mean! I shouldn't be Mrs Linton were such a price demanded! He'll be as much to me as he has been all his lifetime.

Mislim da se srž sveg ludila u svijetu nastanila u mojem mozgu onoga dana kada sam svoju sudbinu povezala s njegovom!

She might have been living yet, if it had not been for him!

Catherine, njegovi najsretniji dani prestali su kad su po?eli vaši. Mislim da vas je prokleo što ste došli na svijet - barem sam to ja u?inio, pa bi baš bilo zgodno da vas prokune kad bude iz njega odlazio.

One hoped, and the other despaired: they chose their lots, and were righteously doomed to endure them.

Mi existencia se resumiría en dos frases: condenación y muerte.

Do you know where the wicked go after death? They go to hell, was my ready and orthodox answer . . . What must you do to avoid it? I deliberated a moment; my answer, when it did come was objectionable: I must keep in good health , and not die." (Jane Eyre)

Yet, these revive, and from their fate Your fate cannot be parted: Then, journey on, if not elate, Still, never broken-hearted!

I'll go with him as far as the park,' he said. 'You'll go with him to hell!

Fortune befriends the bold.

It dropped so low in my regard I heard it hit the ground, And go to pieces on the stones At bottom of my mind; Yet blamed the fate that fractured, less Than I reviled myself For entertaining plated wares Upon my silver shelf.

We never know we go,—when we are going We jest and shut the door; Fate following behind us bolts it, And we accost no more.

Fate slew him, but he did not drop; She felled -- he did not fall -- Impaled him on her fiercest stakes -- He neutralized them all. She stung him, sapped his firm advance, But, when her worst was done, And he, unmoved, regarded her, Acknowledge him a man.

Superiority to fate Is difficult to learn. 'Tis not conferred by any, But possible to earn A pittance at a time, Until, to her surprise, The soul with strict economy Subsists till Paradise.

I notice where Death has been introduced, he frequently calls, making it desirable to forestall his advances.

The Martyr Poets The Martyr Poets — did not tell — But wrought their Pang in syllable — That when their mortal name be numb — Their mortal fate — encourage Some — The Martyr Painters — never spoke — Bequeathing — rather — to their Work That when their conscious fingers cease — Some seek in Art — the Art of Peace —

death's stiff stare

I think of how life takes unexpected twists and turns, sometimes through sheer happenstance, sometimes through calculated decisions. In the end, it can all be called fate, but to me, it is more a matter of faith.

We are in love and meant to be together.

Sorrow comes with so many defense mechanisms. You have your shock, your denial, your getting wasted, your cracking jokes, and your religion. You also have the old standby catchall—the blind belief in fate, the whole things happening for a reason drill.