Quotes About Fate

I have now reached the stage that I don't care much whether I live or die. The world will still keep turning without me; what is going to happen, will happen, and anyway it's no good to resist. I will trust luck and do nothing but work, hoping that all will end well.

Dear God, I have everything I could wish for, while fate has her in its deadly clutches. She was as devout as I am, maybe even more so, and she too wanted to do what was right. But then why have I been chosen to live, while she's probably going to die? What's the difference between us? Why are we now so far apart?

November 27th, 1943 It was mean of me to treat her that way, and now she was looking at me, oh so helplessly, with her pale face and beseeching eyes. If only I could help her! Dear God, I have everything I could wish for, while fate has her in its deadly clutches. She was as devout as I am, maybe even more so, and she too wanted to do what was right. But then why have I been chosen to live, while she's probably going to die? What's the difference between us? Why are we now so far apart?

I told myself that historically when people do too well too quickly, they are a Greek tragedy waiting to happen.

To survive was to escape fate. But if you escape your fate, whose life do you then step into?

The wet earth. I did not imagine your death would reconcile me with language, did not imagine soil clinging to the page, black type like birds on a stone sky. That your soul – yes, I use that word – beautiful, could saturate the bitterness from even that fate, not of love but its opposite, all concealed in a reversal of longing.

If we can still surmount what is natural and believe what we wish to believe, in spite of the force of evidence, then for a while at least we are masters of our fate, and we can paint the world we want. I

Only the quick-fingered, the strong and the lucky reached adulthood. Monk could not afford to indulge in judgment

Do you know what it means to be loved by Death?... Do you know what it means to have Death know your name?

I didn't want to be in hell, even for a moment. I sure as hell wasn't going there just to spit in the face of the Prince of Darkness, whoever he might be! On the contrary, if I was a damned thing, then let the son of a bitch come for me! Let him tell me why I was mean to suffer. I would truly like to know. As for oblivion, well, we can wait a little while for that.

But don't you see, all human decisions are made like this. Do you think the mother knows what will happen to the child in her womb? Dear God, we are lost, I tell you. What does it matter if you give it to me and it's wrong! There is no wrong! There is only desperation, and I would have it! I want to live forever with you.

But in every family there are bad people, and weak people, and some people who can't or won't withstand the trials of life, and who fail spectacularly. Their guardian angels weep; demons beholding them dance for joy. But only The Maker decides what ultimately happens to them.

But death we are, and death we've always been.

Life is a tragedy, one way or another. What is certain is that you die.

I can't help being a gorgeous fiend. It's just the card I drew. The bastard monster who made me what I am picked me on account of my good looks. That's the long and short of it. And accidents like that occur all the time.

Because if it's really true that there's no order, then anything can happen to us. Anything at all. There's no real natural law, no right and wrong that's immutable, and the world is suddenly a savage place where any number of things can go wrong.

Mary Beth considered the matter for a long time, and then explained in her simple straightforward manner that the future wasn't predetermined, it was merely predictable.

What makes you think anyone has a destiny? We do what we do and we die.

The men deserve what will happen to them. As a species, they will reap what they have sown.

It's Stella. Stella's got the gift and she'll get everything when I die.' 'And what's the gift, Miss Mary Beth?' my mother asked her. 'Why, Stella's seen the man,' Miss Mary Beth said to my mother. 'And the one who can see the man when she's all alone inherits all.

God kills, and so shall we...

There was no judgment day, no final explanation, no luminous moment in which all terrible wrongs would be made right, all horrors redeemed. The witches burnt at the stake would never be avenged. No one was ever going to tell us anything!

Once again, I had failed to keep the secret. Even in Antioch long ago, I had failed to keep the secret. Would I always fail to keep the secret? Was this not my fate?

This is a young one, an innocent one, and I'll make the decision as to whether he survives or not.