Quotes About Fate

Anyone who realises what Love is, the dedication of the heart, so profound, so absorbing, so mysterious, so imperative, and always just in the noblest natures so strong, cannot fail to see how difficult, how tragic even, must often be the fate of those whose deepest feelings are destined from the earliest days to be a riddle and a stumbling-block, unexplained to themselves, passed over in silence by others.

The question was not whether the world would end but how soon the end would come.

Sonny. "I curse the day I met you," he said, "you and your family," and he said it evenly, without malice or anger.

Today we were unlucky. But remember, we have only to be lucky once. You will have to be lucky always.

It could be you.

That's the way the cookie crumbles.

He that is today a king tomorrow shall die.

It was beauty killed the beast.

What boots up must come down.

If once you start down the dark path, forever will it dominate your destiny. Consume you it will.

There's no such thing as too late. That's why they invented death.

From the days of old there is no permanence. The sleeping and the dead, how alike they are, they are like a painted death. What is there between the master and the servant when both have fulfilled their doom?

All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.

Even so we in like manner, as soon as we were born, began to draw to our end.

Through the years we all will be together,If the Fates allow.Hang a shining star upon the highest bough,And have yourself a merry little Christmas now.

Xerxes did die,And so must I.

Not even the gods fight against necessity.

May Jack-o-lanterns burning bright Of soft and golden hue Pierce through the futureÂ's veil and show What fate now holds for you.

O Death, thou comest when I had thee least in mind.

The one shall be taken, and the other left.

Love is a Mystery. You can't find it; it has to find you.

It had been good for that man [Judas] if he had not been born.

There is but one good throw upon the dice, which is, to throw them away.

Then Jael, Heber's wife, took a nail of the tent, and took an hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him [Sisera], and smote the nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground; for he was fast asleep, and weary: so he died.