Quotes About Fate

Sooner or later something seems to call us onto a particular path. You may remember this something as a signal calling in childhood when an urge out of nowhere, a fascination, a peculiar turn of events struck like an annunciation: This is what I must do, this is what I've got to have. This is who I am. —James Hillman

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. For this reason we become attracted to certain narratives: it is genetics that determines much of what we do; we are just products of our times; the individual is just a myth; human behavior can be reduced to statistical trends.

The Spartan statesman Lycurgus, seven hundred years ago, is said to have observed: When falls on man the anger of the gods, First from his mind they banish understanding. Such was to be the fate of Caesar. I am sure Cicero was correct: he had gone mad. His success had made him vain, and his vanity had devoured his reason.

I told you this would happen. I am Cassandra—doomed to see the future yet destined never to be believed.

The integers of death.

Francis George: I expect to die in my bed, my successor will die in prison, and his successor will die a martyr in the public square.

The supreme irony of life is that hardly anyone gets out of it alive.

The Wheel of Time turns, and Ages come and pass. What was, what will be, and what is, may yet fall under the Shadow.

Dovie'andi se tovya sagain!

Read and find out.

Whether the bear beats the wolf or the wolf beats the bear, the rabbit always loses.

A man falling off a cliff to certain death will stretch out a hand even to his worst enemy.

As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.

The Golden Crane flies for Tarmon Gai'don!

The Empress will follow where you go, she said. So she will, Mat said. As I'll follow where she goes, I suppose. I hope that doesn't lead us in too many circles.

My name is Nynaeve ti al'Meara Mandragoran. The message I want sent is this. My husband rides from World's End toward Tarwin's Gap, toward Tarmon Gai'don. Will he ride alone?

I've seen men die because they were sure that what should not happen,would not. -Robert Jordan(The eye of the world,Wheel of time)

Remember that any meal can be your last. You chose to travel with us, so tonight you will eat fish. Tomorrow, you may die.

He is born again! I feel him! The Dragon takes his first breath on the slope of Dragonmount! He is coming! He is coming! Light help us! Light help the world! He lies in the snow and cries like the thunder! He burns like the sun!

Two hands. One to destroy, the other to save. Which had he lost?

That man,' Elayne said, 'is never where he needs to be.' 'And yet,' Perrin said, 'he always arrives there eventually.

Sene sovya caba'donde ain dovienya

Kill a man who needs killing, and sometimes others pay for it. The question is, was it worth doing it anyway? There's always a balance, you know. Good and evil. Light and Shadow. We would not be human if there wasn't a balance.

She was a soldier, a warrior in her way as much as I. This could have happened two hundred times these past twenty years. She knew it, and so did I. It was a good day to die.