Quotes About Fate

Everyone said that one day I was going to have a big accident, an accident to end all accidents. One day you might look up and see a kid falling from the sky. That would be me.

Si Emma Bovary n'avait pas lu tous ces romans, il est possible que son sort aurait été différent.

And thus did an Assistant Pig-Keeper become High King of Prydain.

At the end of their grim race, death might be the only prize.

Then we must say farewell, answered the weaver-woman. But mind you, she added, in her usual sharp tone, if life is a loom, the pattern you weave is not so easily unraveled.

He is here now, Taran said quietly. He has long sought you and in ways even he himself did not know. Now that he has found you, can you not find your path back to him?

Boy, said Anastasia, you know what I wish? I wish that everybody who loved each other would die at exactly the same time. Then nobody would ever have to miss anyone. Well, said her father slowly, it just doesn't work that way. It just doesn't seem to work that way very often.

Back and back and back. Jonas repeated the familiar phrase. Sometimes it had seemed humorous to him. Sometimes it had seemed meaningful and important. Now it was ominous. It meant, he knew, that nothing could be changed.

She married, surprisingly, her stepbrother Tim, who, as predicted, became an attorney. The

All the worry people expend over not existing after they die, yet nary a one ever seems to spare a moment to worry about not having existed before they were conceived. Or at all. After all, one sperm over and we would have been our sisters, and we'd never have been missed.

I have had another thought on such fates that denies neither gods nor man. Perhaps, instead of controlling every step, the gods have started a hundred or a thousand Cazarils and Umegats down this road, and only those arrive who choose to.

So you're saying that I could die at any moment!" "Yes. And this is different from your life yesterday in what way?" Umegat cocked his head in dry inquiry.

Tej glanced toward the balcony. Toward him. Toward the balcony. Toward him. Why is this a hard choice? From the hallway, a teeth-gritting mechanical whine began, as of someone cutting through an airseal door. "You can't tell me you'd rather jump off a twenty-story building and smash in your skull than marry me," Ivan went on desperately. "I am not a fate worse than death, dammit! Or at least not worse than that death, good God!

We slaves, we lords, we fools, we men and women, we mortals, we toys of the gods—all the same thing, Palli. They are all the same to me now.

A Degtiar empress named Lisbet Trapped a satrap lord neatly in his net. Enticed into treason For all the wrong reasons, He'll soon have a crash with his kismet.

Finding love isn't about finding someone at the right time. It's about finding the right person, regardless of the time.

There are things of which I may not speak; There are dreams that cannot die; There are thoughts that make the strong heart weak, And bring a pallor into the cheek, And a mist before the eye. And the words of that fatal song Come over me like a chill: A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts.

Who knows what brings fortune, since we cannot see the end?

The years are going by us like huge birds, whom Doom and Destiny and the schemes of God have frightened up out of some old gray marsh.

All that is is so because it was to be. Rail not, therefore, against what is, for it was all to be.

And you and I shall in a garden meet again upon an afternoon in summer when the sun stands midway between zenith and the sea, where we met oft before. For Fate and Chance play but one game together with every move the same, and they play it oft to while eternity away.

That bitch fate has a cruel sense of humor.

Love is a fever, she said. And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

After a childhood of hungering to be an adult, my hunger had passed. Unexpected fates had begun to catch my notice. These middle-aged women seemed very tired to me, as if hope had been wrung out of them and replaced with a deathly, walking sort of sleep.