Quotes About Fate

Whiteness is often associated with finality, with the end, with death. In those cultures in which people live with the fear of death, mourners dress in black, to scare death away from themselves, isolate it, confine it to the deceased. But here, where death is regarded as another form, another shape of existence, mourners dress in white and dress the deceased in white: whiteness is here the color of acceptance, consent, of a surrender to fate.

Ahora miraréis, en la tiniebla, a los que nunca debisteis ver, y no a los que tanto ansiasteis conocer.

Que haveria de olhar ou amar? Que palavras ainda ouviria com prazer, meus amigos? Nenhuma! Só me resta pedir-vos: levai-me para longe daqui sem demora. Eu vos peço: levai, meus amigos, o maldito, motivo de horror, odiado por deuses e homens!

Vede bem, habitantes de Tebas, meus concidadãos! Este é Édipo, decifrador dos enigmas famosos; ele foi um senhor poderoso e por certo o invejastes em seus dias passados de prosperidade invulgar. Em que abismos de imensa desdita ele agora caiu! Sendo assim, até o dia fatal de cerrarmos os olhos não devemos dizer que um mortal foi feliz de verdade antes dele cruzar as fronteiras da vida inconstante sem jamais ter provado o sabor de qualquer sofrimento!

Muchas veces, pocas palabras fueron suficientes para hacer o deshacer la fortuna de un hombre

No one comes back from the dead, no one has entered the world without crying; no one is asked when he wishes to enter life, nor when he wishes to leave.

No one ever comes back from the dead., no one ever enters the world without weeping; no one is ever asked when he wishes to enter life, no one is ever asked when he wishes to leave.

The levelling process is the victory of abstraction over the individual. The levelling process in modern times, corresponds, in reflection, to fate in antiquity.

So it isn't I who am master of my life, I am just one of the threads to be woven into life's calico! Well then, even if I cannot spin, I can at least cut the thread in two.

What is certain is that to become of interest, for one's life to be interesting, has nothing to do with what you can turn your hand to but is a fateful privilege which, like every privilege in the world of spirit, can only be purchased in deep pain.

Maldito azar! ¡Tú, mi único amigo íntimo, único ser al que creía digno de confianza, de mi alianza y de mi enemistad, siempre inestable y siempre igual a ti mismo, siempre incomprensible, eterno enigma!

But a sad fatality hung over this young girl. She had been given to seven husbands, all of whom had perished in the bride-chamber.

El azar propicio aparece tan rara vez que cuando se presenta o se encuentra, hay que saberlo agarrar con toda la fuerza; el seducir a una muchacha no es un arte, pero sí lo es, ¡y cómo!, saber encontrar a una muchacha que merezca que se la seduzca.

Perhaps we will meet again. Anything is possible, especially in a place like this.

immortality is a chancy matter, subject to the caprice of the unborn. Not

He chose to come onto your land uninvited with a weapon in his hand,? he said. ?When a man does that, he consents to his fate and makes you clean of his blood.?

From the gods' perspective all ways are the same and all roads will be travelled in the end. It's only a matter of time.

In spite of all evidence that life is discontinuous, a valley of rifts, and that random chance plays a great part in our fates, we go on believing in the continuity of things, in causation and meaning. But we live on a broken mirror, and fresh cracks appear in its surface every day.

Captain Ahab drowned, he reminded himself; it was the trimmer, Ishmael, who survived.

Rich kid, Shiva yelled, you don't know one damn thing! What purpose , man? What thing in the whole sister-sleeping world got reason , yara? For what reason you're rich and I'm poor? Where's the reason in starving, man? God knows how many millions of damn fools living in this country, man, and you think there's a purpose! Man, I'll tell you -- you got to get what you can, do what you can with it, and then you got to die. That's reason, rich boy. Everything else is only mother-sleeping wind !

Who hopes for an hour hopes for eternity. The world in an hour. What follows is unseen.

We look at the galaxy and fall in love, but the universe cares less about us than we do about it, and the stars stay in their courses however much we may wish upon them to do otherwise. It's true that if you watch the sky-wheel turn for a while you'll see a meteor fall, flame and die. That's not a star worth following; it's just an unlucky rock. Our fates are here on earth. There are no guiding stars.

If you walk away from God you should probably try to stay in the good books of Luck.

My mother's pregnancy, it seems, was fated; my birth, however, owed a good deal to accident.