Quotes About Fate

Anyone who's indifferent to the fate of Edwin Drood is okay in my book.

You get one life and it rolls out like a long hallway carpet. It begins on the day you are born and keeps on rolling until you drop. There's no refresh button, no start-over option.

They do not comprehend where they are going," Kaz said, whispering his words to the wind. I knew he didn't mean a particular place. There were no map coordinates to mark the location. He meant that point in time and space where bullet meets bone, where grown men cry rivers of tears; the point you can never return from, even if you live to be ninety.

I don't think that anything happens by coincidence... No one is here by accident... Everyone who crosses our path has a message for us. Otherwise they would have taken another path, or left earlier or later. The fact that these people are here means that they are here for some reason"...

She ignored his questions. "You are not ready for what you seek," she simply said. Her words were Latin, but her accent sounded ancient, older even than his.

Two historical figures play prominent roles in this book: a pair of priests who lived centuries apart but who were tied together by fate. During the seventeenth century, Father Athanasius Kircher was known as the Leonardo da Vinci of the Jesuit Order.

Most men make the voyage of life as if they carried sealed orders which they were not to open till they were fairly in mid-ocean.

Granting our wish is one of Fate's saddest jokes.

Fate loves the fearless.

It is always an accident that saves us. It is someone we have never seen.

The glories of our blood and stateAre shadows, not substantial things;There is no armor against fate;Death lays his icy hand on kings.

But the term of man and woman, of king or queen, is set in the stars, and there is no escaping Doom for any one;

He glanced at Artison. "They couldn't even kill you if they tried." "What are you talking about? Why not?" "Because," Larria whispered, "You're already dead.

There must come a moment when the soul knows: this far, and no further. But we are cursed never to hear that warning until it is too late.' – attributed to the remembrancer Ignace Karkasy [M31]

But literature is one of those realms in which man asserts his freedom, his spirit: in literature of a first-rate order, man attains a kind of imaginative freedom in which he asserts, implicitly, that in his spirit, he will not be the slave of fate. He assimilates tragedy, sorrow, and bitterness.

This proposal would mean our Universe is entirely deterministic, our lives the result of a gigantic computer program that we live within and form part of.

I find no hint throughout the UniverseOf good or ill, of blessing or of curse;I find alone Necessity Supreme.

Well -- think about this. What if all your actions and choices, good or bad, make no difference to God? What if the pattern is pre-set? No no -- hang on -- this is a question worth struggling with. What if our badness and mistakes are the very thing that set our fate and bring us round to good? What if, for some of us, we can't get there any other way?

But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end - and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy?

Tiene algún sentido saber que termina mal para todos, incluso para los más felices, pues al final todos perdemos lo que importa, y saber al mismo tiempo que, pese a ello, con toda la crueldad que implica el juego, es posible jugar con una especie de alegría?

Where does it ever say, anywhere, that only bad can come from bad actions? Maybe sometimes — the wrong way is the right way? You can take the wrong path and it still comes out where you want to be?

doesn't always follow from good deeds, nor bad deeds result from bad, does it? Even the wise and good cannot see the end of all actions.

if bad can sometimes come from good actions—? where does it ever say, anywhere, that only bad can come from bad actions? Maybe sometimes—the wrong way is the right way? You can take the wrong path and it still comes out where you want to be? Or, spin it another way, sometimes you can do everything wrong and it still turns out to be right?

And—oh, I don't know, stop me if I'm rambling…" passing a hand over his forehead.… "but Welty himself used to talk about fateful objects. Every dealer and antiquaire recognizes them. The pieces that occur and recur. Maybe for someone else, not a dealer, it wouldn't be an object. It'd be a city, a color, a time of day. The nail where your fate is liable to catch and snag.