Quotes About Fate

The thing is, you can make all kinds of plans for your future and then stumble ass-backward into what you were meant to do.

Besides, I no longer believed in God's will. I was not willing to accept that it was God's will for a good man like my father, a devoted man, to spend his final days in some care facility.

Life's a bitch, kid. And then you die.

You just do your job, Tracy, and the chips will fall where they fall. You get me?

None of us is getting out of here alive. But it doesn't have to be today.

Sometimes bad luck is really dumb actions or inaction. You can make your own luck by making smart decisions.

They realize their ultimate doom, but they are fatalists, incapable of resistance or escape. Not one of the present generation has been out of sight of these walls.

It is the individual mainly which draws me—the struggling, blundering, passionate insect vainly striving against the river of Life and seeking to divert the channel of events to suit himself—breaking his fangs on the iron collar of Fate and sinking into final defeat with the froth of a curse on his lips

Once the sword was drawn there was no turning back; for blood called for blood, and vengeance followed swift on the heels of atrocity.

Their chief is Crom. He dwells on a great mountain. What use to call on him? Little he cares if men live or die. Better to be silent than to call his attention to you; he will send you dooms, not fortune! He is grim and loveless, but at birth he breathes power to strive and slay into a man's soul. What else shall men ask of the gods?

the moment of death is fixed at the moment of birth. Some

Is it really so bad if no mound is built over your bones, and you are tossed out unburied? What odds does it make if you are cremated, exposed to be eaten by dogs or ravens, or consumed underground by worms?

The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.

Othalas: Chosen don't choose themselves!

Avance rápido. ¿No estaría escribiendo estas mismas palabras a 800 kilómetros al norte, dentro de doce años?

Hector Berlioz's witty comment, "Time is the great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all of its students.

Where have those flowers and butterflies all gone That science may have staked the future on? He seems to say the reason why so much Should come to nothing must be fairly faced.

That day she put our heads together,Fate had her imagination about her,Your head so much concerned with outer,Mine with inner, weather.

Custom meets us at the cradle and leaves us only at the tomb.

The idea of immortality, that like a sea has ebbed and flowed in the human heart, with its countless waves of hope and fear, beating against the shores and rocks of time and fate, was not born of any book, nor of any creed, nor of any religion. It was born of human affection, and it will continue to ebb and flow beneath the mists and clouds of doubt and darkness as long as love kisses the lips of death. It is the rainbow – Hope shining upon the tears of grief.

while life has but one entrance, it has exits innumerable, and as I choose the house in which I live, the ship in which I will sail, so will I choose the time and manner of my death.

Lightning doesn't strike twice.

How often were you aware, while it happened, that you were living an hour that would change the course of your life forever?

Who was more conscious than the soldier of capricious fortune, of the random roll of the dice?