Quotes About Fate

Death the only god who must come when he's called

Så tenkte jeg, og derfor sa jeg det. Men sørg ikke over dette; ti jeg selv har voldt at slik måtte det ende. Og Gud bedre det for deg, sønn, så du ikke arver vår lykke. Gjør nu som din mor vil; lenge har jeg lengtet etter at mitt hode skulle ligge i hennes fang.

There had been a time when he would have thought this serendipity happened because God was on his side. Now he sees the arrogance of that thought.

We get what fate deals out to us, lad. And we have no choice about how we handle it.' Cato smiled. 'What's this? Philosophy?' 'Experience, lad. Much better.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

Why one man rather than another? It was odd. You find yourself involved with a fellow for life just because he was the one that you met when you were nineteen.

There is no such thing as a natural death: nothing that happens to a man is ever natural, since his presence calls the world into question. All men must die: but for every man his death is an accident and, even if he knows it and consents to it, an unjustifiable violation.

I went to get a detective story. You have to kill time. But time will kill me too - and there´s the true, preestablished balance.

La fatalité triomphe dès que l'on croit en elle.

Women – the Parcae and Moirai – weave human destiny; but they also cut the threads. In most folk representations, Death is woman and women mourn the dead because death is their work.fn6 Thus, Mother Earth has a face of darkness: she is chaos, where everything comes from and must return to one day; she is Nothingness.

A mi alrededor se interrogaban sobre la suerte que amenazaba a millones de hombres, era también mi suerte; y a mí sólo me importaba una sonrisa, una sonrisa que no detendría las bombas atómicas, que no podía nada contra nada, ni por nadie; pero me ocultaba todo.

She is twelve years old, and her story is written in the heavens; she will discover it day after day without shaping it; she is curious but frightened when she thinks about this life whose every step is planned in advance and toward which every day irrevocably moves her

From the hour you're born you begin to die. But between birth and death there's life.

Thus it happens that those who have force on loan from fate count on it too much and are destroyed.

But nothing of all that the peoples of Europe have produced is worth the first known poem to have appeared among them. Perhaps they will rediscover that epic genius when they learn how to accept the fact that nothing is sheltered from fate, how never to admire might, or hate the enemy, or to despise sufferers. It is doubtful if this will happen soon.

No one in the Iliad is spared by it, as no one on earth is. No one who succumbs to it is by virtue of this fact regarded with contempt.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own. ~ The Poison Belt

So tomorrow we disappear into the unknown. This account I am transmitting down the river by canoe, and it may be our last word to those who are interested in our fate.

His love of danger, his intense appreciation of the drama of an adventure--all the more intense for being held tightly in--his consistent view that every peril in life is a form of sport, a fierce game betwixt you and Fate, with Death as a forfeit, made him a wonderful companion at such hours.

We all labor against our own cure, for death is the cure of all diseases

They both laughed and drank to each other; they had never tasted sweeter liquor in all their lives. And in that moment they fell so deeply in love that their hearts would never be divided. So the destiny of Tristram and Isolde was ordained.

come he slow or come he fast it is but death that comes at last

Thou and I are but the blind instruments of some irresistible fatality, that hurries us along, like ships driving before the storm, which are dashed against each other, and so perish

Sir Richard Glendale lifted the fatal paper, read it, and saying, 'Now all is indeed over,' handed it to Maxwell, who said aloud, 'Black Colin Campbell...