Quotes About Fate

you brought my sperm rising back, springing to light fathers, brothers, sons—one murderous breed— brides, wives, mothers.

Fate will never punish a man for returning harm first done to him. Deceit matched by deceit, the tables turned: treachery pays you back in pain, not kindness.

Mother and father marked out that rock to be my everlasting tomb—buried alive. Let me die there, where they tried to kill me.

CREON: Can't you see? If a man could wail his own dirge before he dies, he'd never finish.

Like a star his envied fortune mounted beaming far and wide: Now he sinks in seas of anguish, whelmed beneath a raging tide.

Many years have passed since OEDIPUS solved the riddle of the Sphinx and ascended the throne of Thebes, and now a plague has struck the city.

Not I. Only the gods can give you that.

raging plague in all its vengeance, devastating the house of Cadmus!

Banish the man, or pay back blood with blood. Murder sets the plague-storm on the city.

Never since that time has this house got itself clear of rawblood butchery.

Laius was killed, they say, by certain travelers.

The powe if fate is something terrible. It cannot be escaped--not with wealth or by war, not with a tower ir a sea-lashed black ship.

What will come will come. Even if I shroud it all in silence.

they] reason'd high Of Providence, Foreknowledge, Will, and Fate, Fixt Fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wand'ring mazes lost. (Paradise Lost 2.658

Seven matched with seven, at each gate one, Their captains, when the day was done, Left for our Zeus who turned the scale, The brazen tribute in full tale: - All save the horror-burdened pair, Dire children of despair, Who from one sire, one mother, drawing breath, Each with conquering lance in rest Against a true born brother's breast, Found equal lots in death.

You are the curse, the corruption of the land!

To never have been born may be the greatest boon of all.

Therefore, while our eyes wait to see the destined final day, we must call no one happy who is of mortal race, until he has crossed life's border, free from pain.

I pity you, flinging at me the very insults each man here will fling at you so soon.

True, it is not your fate to fall at my hands. Apollo is quite enough

No, but I came by, Oedipus the ignorant

All unknowing you are the scourge of your own flesh and blood, the dead below the earth and the living here above, and the double lash of your mother and your father's curse will whip you from this land one day, their footfall treading you down in terror, darkness shrouding your eyes that now can see the light!

Soon, soon you'll scream aloud—what haven won't reverberate?

This day will bring your birth and your destruction.