Quotes About Fate

No matter what you do, someone always knew you would.

an instance when Fate had conspired with Nature to give them a sign that theirs was no ordinary journey.

Grom-gil-Gorm," she said softly as she rode between Laithlin and Yarvi. "Breaker of Swords." Mother Isriun's horse shied back out of her way. "Maker of Orphans." Thorn reined in beside him, his frowning face lit red by the blazing light of her elf-bangle, and she leaned from her saddle to whisper. "Your death comes.

A man with a missing eye after a man with a missing finger. There's a song in there somewhere, I reckon.

He's really dead?" Benna blew out his cheeks. "Well, his head's off, and spiked above the gates, so unless you know one hell of a physician...

The gods love to laugh at a happy man, however.

sad to say, not all men that die are killed by me.

I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

It always catches people by surprise, the moment of their death, even when they should see it coming. They always think they're special, somehow expect a reprieve. But no one's special.

Give Yarvi the knife since he has just one hand to hold it. One hand, perhaps, but the blood of kings in his veins!" "It's keeping it there that worries me," said Yarvi under his breath.

No matter how great and glorious the making, time will unmake it. No matter how strong the word, strong the thought, strong the law, all must return to chaos.

The Great Leveller,' Dogman whispered to himself, since he was in a thoughtful frame of mind. That's what the hillmen call him. Death, that is. He levels all differences. Named Men and nobodies, south or north. He catches everyone in the end, and he treats each man the same. Seemed

Death waits for us all. But she takes the lazy first.

Perhaps this would be a great day, the first of a great era, and he would be proud in after years to have had his part in it. Even if his part had been a dark one. Some men, after all, can only play dark parts. - Shenkt

La historia está llena de hombres buenos muertos.

So this is what luck looks like, is it? I've often wondered.

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit. He

Is it coming for me? Several tons of rock, about to splatter my remains across the city? What a ludicrously random way to die. He felt his mouth twitch up in a faint smile.

There was a red stain across Gorst's eye above the flatbow bolt. But the other one rolled up towards Leo. It seemed, somehow, he still had that smile. 'Do you believe...' His voice sounded much like anyone else's, whispering. 'In redemption?' 'I don't fucking care.' 'You're young. Give it time.

Do you think this is what Ankran would have wanted?' he muttered. 'To be dead?' said Jaud. 'I doubt it.

A legszörny?bb átok, ha az ember megkapja, amit akar.

We all have luck, good and bad. It's how you meet it that matters

If you have a plan," hissed Sumael from the corner of her mouth, "now would be the time." "I have a plan," said Nothing. "Does it involve a sword?" asked Jaud. A pause. "All my plans do." "Do you have a sword?" Another. "No." "How will your plan work without one?" muttered Sumael. A third. "Death waits for us all.

Once the killing starts, it rarely sticks to those who deserve it