Quotes About Fate

Count no mortal fortunate till he has departed this life free from pain.

Of no mortal say, 'That man is happy,' till vexed by no grievous ill he pass Life's goal.

To feed death with her works is here life's doom.

You needn't die happy when your time comes, but you must die satisfied, for you have lived your life from the beginning to the end and ka is always served.

Life turns on a dime.

The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.

Possibilities swung from the ropes of his life like charms on a watch chain, golden.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it's over. There is no safe. There is no control.

It matters not where you live, or what rank of life you hold, the evil or the blessing will reach you all.

In one of his books my father said, "Nothing vast enters the life of mortals without a curse."

Between a gasp and a sigh, a life can change forever.

A place where your life exists before you live it, and where it goes afterwards.

It's more like I was daydreaming when the Supreme Being told me what I should do with my life, and it's too late to ask what it was.

Plato did claim that the unexamined life was not worth living. Oedipus Rex was not so sure.

I was born accidentally. I lived accidentally in London. We nearly migrated to New Zealand. So much of my life has been a product of chance, I can't see a meaning in it at all.

I think we are born into what we're supposed to learn and find out in this life.

During a wise man's whole life, his destiny holds his philosophy in a state of siege.

...Though we chisel away as best we can at the mysterious block from which our life is made, the black vein of destiny continually reappears.

To be a Bond villain, you only get to do that once in your life. You never get to come back.

Fate succumbs many a species: one alone jeopardises itself.

Here an attempt is made to explain suffering: the outcaste of traditional Hinduism is held to deserve his fetched fate; it is a punishment for the wrongs he did in a previous life.

Life and death appear more certainly ours than whatsoever else; and yet hardly can that be called ours, which comes without our knowledge, and goes without it.

All the choices we make in our life are pointless. There's no escaping the inevitable.

When Life knocks at the door no one can wait, When Death makes his arrest we have to go.