Quotes About Fate

Sometimes I wish we'd met when we were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At twenty-seven, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be. But

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away like that?

How crazy, how thrilling that your whole life trajectory can change in just one night.

He sighs a defeated kind of sigh that hurts my heart. "Goddamn it, Kavinsky." "I'm sorry. I like you, too, John, I really do. I wish . . . I wish we got to go to that eighth grade formal." And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. "I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.

What's a meet-cute?" Peter's lying on his side now, his head propped up on his elbow. He looks so adorable I could pinch his cheeks, but I refrain from saying so. His head is big enough as it is. "A meet-cute is when the hero and heroine meet for the very first time, and it's always in a charming way. It's how you know they're going to end up together. The cuter the better.

I decided Conrad was right after all. Ilsa was meant to be with Laszlo. That was the way it was always supposed to end. Rick was nothing but a tiny piece of her past, a piece that she would always treasure, but that was all, because history is just that. History.

Maybe this was all supposed to happen just like this, because . . . because it was always gonna be you and me.

It doesn't work like that. You don't just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.

I wished for Conrad on every birthday, every shooting star, every lost eyelash, every penny in a fountain was dedicated to the one I loved...

This is our life; there's no use in asking what if. No one could ever give you the answers.

Y estoy segura, repentinamente segura, de que todo es de la manera en que se suponía que debía de ser, que no tengo que tener tanto miedo de las despedidas, porque las despedidas no tienen que ser para siempre.

So much of love is chance. There's something scary and wonderful about that. If Kitty had never sent those letters, if I hadn't gone to the hot tub that night, it might've been him and Gen. But she did send those letters, and I did go out there. It could have happened lots of ways. But this is the way it happened. This is the path we took. This is our story.

We broke so easily. Like it was nothing. Like we were nothing. Does that mean it was never meant to be in the first place? That we were an accident of fate? If we were meant to be, how could we both walk away just like that?

I can't believe he even has to ask. I would go anywhere. "Yes," I tell him. It feels like nothing else exists outside of that word, this moment. there's just us. Everything has happened this past summer, and every summer before it, has all led up to this. To now.

Sometimes I wish we met when we were 27. 27 sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At 27, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be.

I'm sorry you got that letter. You were never supposed to see that. It wasn't meant for you to ever read. It was just for me." "Maybe it was fate. Maybe this was all supposed to happen just like this, because…because it was always gonna be you and me.

No creo que haya sido nuestro momento en ese tiempo. Supongo que no lo es ahora, tampoco… Pero un día tal vez lo sea.

Sometimes I wish we'd met when we were twenty-seven. Twenty-seven sounds like a good age to meet the person you're going to spend the rest of your life with. At twenty-seven, you are still young, but hopefully you are well on your way to being the you you want to be.

I used to believe. I used to think that if I wanted it bad enough, wished hard enough, everything would work out the way it was supposed to.

used to believe. I used to think that if I wanted it bad enough, wished hard enough, everything would work out the way it was supposed to. Destiny,

Do you realize that we don't have a song? Like a song that's ours?" "Okay, then let's pick one." "It doesn't work like that. You don't just pick your song. The song picks you. Like the Sorting Hat.

Tahtaya vurman?n anlam? ne ki?" Babam canland?. "Asl?nda bu inan?? Yunan mitolojisinden geliyor. Yunan efsanelerine göre a?açlarda orman perileri ya??yordu ve insanlar korunmak için onlardan yard?m al?yorlard?. Yani tahtaya vurunca kaderi öfkelendirmeden biraz koruma eklemi? oluyorsun.

There's something romantic about waiting for a letter in the mail, waiting for your destiny.

And then John Ambrose McClaren says one last thing, a thing that makes my heart swell. "I don't think it was our time then. I guess it isn't now, either." John looks over at me, his gaze steady. "But one day maybe it will be.