Quotes About Fate

Fault has no place in the greater scheme of things, little one. Fault and guilt are as useless as apology once the deed is done. Once the action has been taken, all must endure what follows.

And in that brief linking, I knew that the girl was dead.

Of all the cruel jests fate had recently played on me, I decided that awakening was the cruelest.

Danger cups us under its hand, and we can do nothing but stand witness to the turning of the world. Here we walk on the balancing line between futures. Humanity always believes it decides the fate of the whole world, and so it does, but never in the moment that it thinks it does.

You can roll dice, and understand that the whole game may hinge on one turn of a die. You deal out cards, and say that all a man's fortune for the night may turn upon one hand. But a man's whole life, you sniff at, and say, what, this nought of a human, this fisherman, this carpenter, this thief, this cook, why, what can they do in the great wide world? And so you putter and sputter your lives away, like candles burning in a draught.

My fate was a runaway horse, dragging destruction like a broken cart through so many lives.

For I had already dreamed your face and I knew I must find you, even though everyone had assured me that you did not and could not exist.

There is no path to the future, Fitz. The path is now. Now is all there is, or ever will be. You can change perhaps the next ten breaths in your life. But after that, random chance seizes you in its jaws again. A tree falls on you, a spider bites your ankle, and all your grand plans for winning a battle are for naught. Now is what we have, Fitz, and now is where we act to stay alive.

We are marching toward death as soon as we are born. The only hope a man has is that his family line will remain, that his sons will go forward to father more sons, and that his name will be remembered by them.

She thinks you will succeed. But whether you will know you have succeeded, or if the success will be the one you would have chosen for yourself, well, those are things no one can say now. But she knows you will succeed at whatever you are meant to do." p.613: Paragon to Brashen (about Mother)

Demain vous doit la somme de vos jours passés.

Perhaps the only thing about him that had been remarkable was that he had been given a chance.

La mort nous guette et elle est toujours assurée de sa prise. Il ne sert à rien d'y songer sans cesse, mais, dans nos entrailles dans nos os, nous savons tous qu'elle est là. Tous sauf les humains.

Tomorrow owes you the sum of your yesterdays. No more than that." Amber looked out to sea again. "And no less. Sometimes folk wish tomorrow did not pay them off so completely.

death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death is what you get when there are no choices left to make.

There is coincidence and there is fate. I am more than willing to argue with coincidence. But the few times I have argued with fate, I have lost. Badly.

Sometimes it seems unfair that events so old can reach forward through the years, sinking claws into one's life and twisting all that follows it. Yet perhaps that is the ultimate justice: we are the sum of all we have done added to the sum of all that has been done to us. There is no escaping that, not for any of us.

That destiny is not reserved for a few chosen ones. Each man has a destiny. Recognizing it and fulfilling it are the purpose of a man's life.

Where is the justice of fate, when a half-wit has in abundance and values not at all that which I so desperately lack?

Sometimes I wonder about that grip. The hand was hard and rough, trapping mine within it. And yet it was warm, and not unkind, as it held mine. Only firm. It did not let me slip on the icy streets, but it did not let me escape my fate, either.

death is not the opposite of life, but the opposite of choice. Death is what you get when there are no choices left to make. Am I right?

They would know me for what I was. An assassin, like my father before me. The Destroyer from their dreams.

But when all roads lead to death, there is no point to running down any of them.

Fate rushes down upon us! The time drags and the days plod past, lulling us into thinking that the doom we fear will always so delay. Then, abruptly, the dark days we have all predicted are upon us, and the time when we could have turned dire fate aside has passed. How old must I be before I learn? There is no time; there is never any time. Tomorrow may never come, but todays are inexorably linked in a chain, and now is always the only time we have to divert disaster.