Quotes About Fate

Proud Maisie Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. 'Tell me, thou bonny bird, When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' 'Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. 'The glowworm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.

An unforeseen future nestled somewhere in time. Unsuspecting victims no warnings, no signs. Judgment day the second coming arrives. Before you see the light you must die.

ISMENE A chi vive tra le sofferenze il senno non rimane, signore, ma svanisce.»

Call no man happy until he is dead.

count no man happy until he be dead.

Count no man happy until the end is known.

I stare into his eyes, I shake my head, sorry for the chance we lost. The chance we maybe never had. But not for saving him. I would do that again, no matter the cost.

That's the way it goes. Some things happen and some things don't. This one is obviously just wasn't meant to be. Except deep down... I still believe it was.

Our eyes met in the math class. How were we to know that trigonometry would lead to matrimony?

People change. Life changes. It's the way of the world. Maybe it's meant to be.

The rational part of my brain understands that everything is random. There are a million possibilities in the universe. Us meeting is just one of those possibilities, and just as meaningless. The thing is, though, I can't imagine a world that didn't bring us together. We were meant to be.

Some people are born into roles. Others have roles thrust upon them.

Maybe sometimes in life you just miss your chance

mean, it's fine. Really. That's the way it goes. Some things happen—and some things don't. This one obviously just wasn't meant to be. Except deep down Ã¢â'¬Â¦ I still believe it was.

Maybe this is karma.

Not to be born at all Is best, far best that can befall, Next best, when born, with least delay To trace the backward way. For when youth passes with its giddy train, Troubles on troubles follow, toils on toils, Pain, pain forever pain; And none escapes life's coils. Envy, sedition, strife, Carnage and war, make up the tale of life.

count no man happy till he dies, free of pain at last.

Fate has terrible power. You cannot escape it by wealth or war. No fort will keep it out, no ships outrun it.

For Time calls only once, and that determines all.

Weep not, everything must have its day.

Yet I pity the poor wretch, though he's my enemy. He's yoked to an evil delusion, but the same fate could be mine. I see clearly: we who live are all phantoms, fleeing shadows.

Only a fool could be in love with death.

They are dying, the old oracles sent to Laius, now our masters strike them off the rolls. Nowhere Apollo's golden glory now -- the gods, the gods go down.

You chose to live, I chose to die.