Quotes About Fate

The day will happen whether or not you get up.

Can I ever come back here' he asked, and the Woodsman said something very strange in reply. 'Most people come back here,' he said, 'in the end

If 'why' was the first and last question, then 'because I was curious to see what would happen' was the first and last answer. A version of it had been spoken to God Himself in the Garden of Eden, and it was destined to be the reason for the end of things at the hands of man.

The beam caught the bowed head of Angel. He glanced up into Bobby Sciorra's eyes and smiled. Sciorra looked puzzled for a moment and then his mouth opened in slow-dawning realization. He was already turning to try to locate Louis when the darkness seemed to come alive around him and his eyes widened as he realized, too late, that death had come for him too.

In the end, we'll all face oblivion.

The answer is that there is no plot: plots are for the stage alone. There is no plan, no manifest destiny. There is only a series of events, some connected, some discrete, and this will be called a life.

We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).

Time was ," it said. "Time is ," it said. "And time will —"    But the burning meteor then fell upon it, and neither it nor what destroyed it was ever seen again.

John Crowley

He had thought the story was *theirs*, People's, that he was in it by chance, somehow impelled into it by reasons not his, that it was a thing torn out of Ymr that shouldn't be in Ka at all. But Kits was right, it was he who'd been in it, not People, however much they wanted to be and he had not. It was his story, and the stories about the story were his too. He was girdled in story, trapped in story, and the only way out was through.

When you look at pictures of people you know are dead, there is something different about the eyes. As if they anticipated their particular fate.It is a visceral recognition. I told myself I was getting too fanciful and went to bed.

Forty years spent in wandering in a wilderness like that of the present is not a sad fate--unless one attempts to make himself believe that the wilderness is after all itself the promised land

And what is so intricate, so entangling as death? Who ever got out of a winding sheet?

Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men.

Death comes equally to us all, and makes us all equal when it comes.

O how feeble is man's power, That if good fortune fall, Cannot add another hour, Nor a lost hour recall! But come bad chance, And we join to'it our strength, And we teach it art and length, Itself o'er us to'advance.

Send not to know For whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

I sing the progress of a deathless soul, Whom Fate, which God made, but doth not control, Placed in most shapes; all times before the law Yoked us, and when, and since, in this I sing. And the great world to his aged evening, From infant morn, through manly noon I draw.

Since thou and I sigh one another's breath, Whoe'er sighs most is cruellest, and hastes the other's death.

When fate summons, monarchs must obey.

Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by fate,And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate.

Seek not to know what must not be reveal, for joy only flows where fate is most concealed. A busy person would find their sorrows much more if future fortunes were known before!

All human things are subject to decay, and when fate summons, monarchs must obey.

All human things are subject to decay,And, when Fate summons, monarchs must obeyThis Flecknoe found, who like Augustus youngWas call'd to empire, and had govern'd longIn prose and verse, was own'd, without disputeThrough all the realms of nonsense, absolute.