Quotes About Fate

No experience has been too unimportant, and the smallest event unfolds like a fate, and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide fabric in which every thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another thread and is held and supported by a hundred others

Destiny itself is like a wonderful wide tapestry in which every thread is guided by an unspeakable tender hand, placed beside another thread and held and carried by a hundred others.

that which we call destiny goes forth from within people, not from without into them.

Even on days when fate wishes to bestow boundless gifts on them, most people make mistakes in accepting: they don't accept straightforwardly and consequently lose something while doing so, they take with a secondary purpose in mind, or they accept what is given to them as if they were being compensated for something else.

Then take your fate upon yourself and bear it, its burden and its greatness, without ever asking for that reward which might come from without. For the creator must be a world for himself, and find everything within himself, and in Nature to which he has attached himself.

The quieter we are, the more patient and open we are in our sadness, the deeper and more unerringly the new will penetrate into us, the better we shall acquire it, the more it will be our fate, and then one day in the future it 'takes place' we shall feel related and close to it in our inmost hearts. And that is necessary.

lo que llamamos destino no entra en nosotros desde el exterior, sino que emerge de nosotros.

Y hasta el destino mismo es como un tejido amplio y maravilloso, en cuya trama cada hilo es guiado con infinita ternura por una mano cariñosa, y colocado a la vera de otro hilo, para ser sostenido y conllevado por otro mil

Was bin ich unter diese Unendlichkeit gelegt, duftend wie eine Wiese, hin und her bewegt, rufend zugleich und bange, daß einer den Ruf vernimmt, und zum Untergange in einem Andern bestimmt.

We have already had to adjust our understanding of so many theories of planetary motion, and so too we shall gradually learn to recognize that what we call fate

ad?na kader dediÄŸimiz ÅŸeyin d??ar?dan insanlar?n içine girmediÄŸi, insanlar?n içinden d??ar? ç?kt??? da yavaÅŸ yavaÅŸ farkedilecektir.

Oh and night: there is night, when a wind full of infinite space gnaws at our faces. Whom would it not remain for - that longed-after, mildly disillusioning presence, which the solitary heart so painfully meets. Is it any less difficult for lovers? But they keep on using each other to hide their own fate.

Each person loses himself then for the other's sake and loses the other and many more who were yet to come.

and fate itself is like a wonderful, wide web in which each thread is guided by an infinitely tender hand and laid alongside another and held and borne up by a hundred others.

Warum, wenn es angeht, also die Frist des Daseins hinzubringen, als Lorbeer, ein wenig dunkler als alles andere Grün, mit kleinen Wellen an jedem Blattrand (wie eines Windes Lächeln) –: warum dann Menschliches müssen – und, Schicksal vermeidend, sich sehnen nach Schicksal?. .

So much it availed, you coming to him at night; his destiny, tall in its cloak, stepped back behind the cupboard, and his unquiet future, easily shifting, fitted itself into the folds of the curtain.

Life is right, in any case.

Why, if this interval of being can be spent serenely in the form of a laurel, slightly darker than all other green, with tiny waves on the edges of every leaf (like the smile of a breeze)—: why then have to be human—and, escaping from fate, keep longing for fate? . . .

All dreamers and sleepwalkers must pay the price, and even the invisible victim is responsible for the fate of all.

But that's getting too far ahead of the story, almost to the end, although the end is in the beginning and lies far ahead.

No, you could never tell where you were going, that was a sure thing. The only sure thing. Nor could you tell how you'd get there—though when you arrived it was somehow right.

For we select neither our parents, our race nor our nation; these occur to us out of the love, the hate, the circumstances, the fate, of others.

Ellison stated that "by a trick of fate (and our racial problems notwithstanding), the human imagination is integrative—and the same is true of the centrifugal force that inspirits the democratic process.

But at the same time I was puzzled: How could anyone's fate be pleasant? I had always thought of it as something painful. No one I knew spoke of it as pleasant—not even Woodridge, who made us read Greek plays.