Quotes About Fate

In This Body Mystery, even though it was written in the voice of people with HIV/AIDS, it's about how people come to accept their fate and their sickness. It's about accepting the way your life is.

Life is the ultimate adventure, and Death, the prize that awaits us all.

Life is savagely unfair. It ignores our deep-seated convictions and places a disproportionate emphasis on the decisions we make in split seconds.

Think, in this batter'd CaravanseraiWhose Portals are alternate Night and Day,How Sultan after Sultan with his PompAbode his destin'd Hour, and went his way.

'Tis all a chequer board of nights and days, Where destiny with men for pieces plays; Hither and thither, and mates, and slays.

Fate laughs at probabilities.

Vicissitudes of fortune, which spares neither man nor the proudest of his works, which buries empires and cities in a common grave.

What is, is, and what might have been could never have existed.

Beware of the deadly donky, falling from the sky' you can choose the way you live, my friend, but not the way you die.

Our meeting was inevitable. Our love was terminal. But God and Goddess damn it, our daughter was no mistake at all.

In the abstract, life is a mixture of chance and choice. Chance can be thought of as the cards you are dealt in life. Choice is how you play them. I chose to investigate blackjack. As a result, chance offered me a new set of unexpected opportunities.

How you lose or keep your hair depends on how wisely you choose your parents.

as I said,I believe in fate.Things happen as they are meant to be.We just have to recognize our destiny.

So does nobody care about Ireland?" "Nobody. Neither King Louis, nor King Billie, nor King James." He nodded thoughtfully. "The fate of Ireland will be decided by men not a single one of whom gives a damn about her. That is her tragedy.

When a voyager begins a journey, he prepares his ship, decides upon his course and sets sail. What else can he do? But he cannot know the outcome – what storms may arise, what new lands he may find, or whether or not he will return. That is destiny, and you must accept it. Never think you can escape destiny.

Fate was cruel, but it was fate.

Some of our people that are dead took the original of their death here.

But fate ordains that dearest friends must part.

Death loves a shining mark, a signal blow.

Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.

Miniver Cheevy, born too late,Scratched his head and kept on thinking;Miniver coughed and called it fate,And kept on drinking.

She fears him, and will always ask What fated her to choose him; She meets in his engaging mask All reasons to refuse him; But what she meets and what she fears Are less than are the downward years Drawn slowly to the foamless weirs Of age, were she to lose him.

We cannot crown ourselves with everything Nor can we coax the Fates for us to quarrel: No matter what we are, or what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel.

Man hath no fate except past deeds, No Hell but what he makes, no Heaven too high For those to reach whose passions sleep subdued.