Quotes About Fate

Snakes can lead to triumph, just as ladders can be descended: my grandfather, knowing I would die anyway, administered the cobra poison. The family stood and watched while poison spread through the child's body … and six hours later, my temperature had returned to normal.

As we will see, it did not succeed. In this way Pampa learned the lesson every creator must learn, even God himself. Once you had created your characters, you had to be bound by their choices. You were no longer free to remake them according to your own desires

All over the world great writers were dying young: Italo Calvino, Raymond Carver, and now here was Angela wrestling with the Reaper. A fatwa was not the only way to die. There were older types of death sentence that still worked very well.

Kaderini kucakla dedi, Sana üzüntü verenden keyif al. Kaçmak istediÄŸin ÅŸeye doÄŸru dön ve bütün kalbinle ona koÅŸ. TalihsizliÄŸini yaln?z ona dönüÅŸerek aÅŸabilirsin.

A few seconds later, my father broke his big toe; but his accident was a mere trifle when set beside what had befallen me in that benighted moment, because thanks to the occult tyrannies of those blandly saluting clocks I had been mysteriously handcuffed to history, my destinies indissolubly chained to those of my country.

History is unkind to those it abandons, and can be equally unkind to those who make it.

it is the privilege and the curse of midnight's children to be both masters and victims of their times

Aš iš tav?s padariau žmog?. Bet kok? žmog?? To t?vai niekada nežino. Bent jau iš anksto; o kai sužino, b?na per v?lu.

This was a species with an exceptional ability to ignore its approaching doom.

just as we cannot write the stories of our own deaths, which is our tragedy, to be stories whose endings can never be known, not even to ourselves, because we are no longer there to know them.

And by that destiny, to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

Human life was lived between two chasms, a Russian writer had said, the one that preceded our birth, "the cradle rocks above an abyss," and the one we were all "heading for (at some forty-five hundred heartbeats an hour).

So he was a sort of anti-Scheherazade, Dunia told him, the exact opposite of the storyteller of The Thousand Nights and One Night: her stories saved her life, while his put his life in danger.

Ölümün ölümcüllüÄŸü yaln?zca adaleti deÄŸil, gerçeklendirmeyi de imkans?z k?lar.

and perhaps by something more; because, in my life, fate has never been unwilling to lend a hand.

Güzellik de bir tür kaderdir, güzellik güzellikle konuÅŸur, fark?na var?r ve onaylar, her konuda mazur görülebileceÄŸine inan?r...

He met her on 26 December 1969, five days before the end of the sixties, when he was twenty-two and she was twenty-one.

because, in my life, fate has never been unwilling to lend a hand.

Our names contain our fates; living as we do in a place where names have not acquired the meaninglessness of the West, and are still more than mere sounds, we are also the victims of our titles.

I'm too young to die. The fallacy of youth. Death had never cared about the ages of those it claimed.

optimistically – get up and cheer, because if everything is planned in advance, then we all have a meaning, and are spared the terror of knowing ourselves to be random, without a why; or else, of course, we might – as pessimists – give up right here and now, understanding the futility of thought decision action, since nothing we think makes any difference anyway; things will be as they will. Where, then, is optimism? In fate or in chaos?

I told you so',was Abdullah Noman's favourite song,because he was cursed with the curse of knowing too much and the double curse of being unable to avoid pointing this out even though it made Firdus Begum threaten to hit him on the head with a stone.

Compatibilism amounts to nothing more than an assertion of the following creed: A puppet is free as long as he loves his strings.

Free will is actually more than an illusion (or less), in that it cannot be made conceptually coherent. Either our wills are determined by prior causes and we are not responsible for them, or they are the product of chance and we are not responsible for them.