Quotes About Fate

I know what it does to you, I know. Maybe that's why we hold on as hard as we do. We just can't believe that such a miracle can happen to us twice. But it can, someday you'll find it again.

Life's a bitch," I said. "And then you die," Larry finished for me.

I know the universe has a sense of irony, and sometimes you get reminded just how sadistic that can be.

Is death such a high price to pay, when you will die anyway?

Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death. - Jean-Claude

Out last chance is a cat's magic sight. We are doomed.

Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

He did smile then, eyes gleaming. "You will never lose your nerve. Your life, probably, but never your nerve.

The sunken grave would fade away, probably in my lifetime. If I could avoid killer zombies for a few years. And vampires. And gun-toting humans. Oh, hell, the hot-spot would probably outlast me.

He looked like some primitive golden god hunted to death.

You're like great Shakespearean tragedy.

I truly expect that Vittorio will find us before the year is out. But sometimes it is better to live a short good life, than an evil long one.   Most Sincerely Yours, Gwen The

Even in your closest friendships, you're alone. Maybe it's your best friend who, in fact, reminds you, just by making it her business to try to know your heart, that no one can - that our fate is to suffer in isolation and then die. But it's our collective fate! So I guess I'm an optimist.

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies. The Orchid Affair

Her eyes were as hard and bright as stars. Not the pretty sort that poets mooned about, but the kind that made men's destinies.

I don't believe anything's really inevitable until it happens. We just call it inevitable to make ourselves feel better about it, to excuse ourselves for not having done anything.

Laurence Sterne

I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive. (Explaining her attraction to Moby-Dick)

Besides all those whaling details, Moby Dick is about someone who's looking for something so huge, something they've wanted all their life, yet they know when they find it, it will kill them.

I have never found 'luck' a dependable companion

one might say that my entire life has been a wager against chance—

The moving finger writes, and having writ Moves on. Nor all your piety and wit Can call it back to cancel half a line Nor all your tears wash out a word of it.

They've transformed the weather into some sort of celestial crap game.

Tomorrow's always there, just over the horizon. Until the tomorrows run out.