Quotes About Fate

Making someone die, he was suddenly sure, was different from killing them. He could never kill anyone. But he could make someone die.

I don't care whether I really exist or don't, whether I'm real or fictional. What I want right now is to be the person who decides my own fate.

Sooner or later the Narrative will come for each of us.

We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up, out of the dreadfulness of merely living.

With no overarching cosmology to guide them, only vestigial formalities, each would have to decide for himself what their friend and neighbor's eternal fate might be.

Were one to try to identify the single most important influence on Markov's destiny—besides Markov himself—it would probably be a toss-up between Mao Zedong and perestroika.

A lot of guys make mistakes, I guess, but every one we make, a whole stack of chips goes with it. We make a mistake, and some guy don't walk away - forevermore, he don't walk away

Well, there are some things a man just can't run away from.

Ferdinand: Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle; she died young.Bosola: I think not so; her infelicitySeemed to have years too many.

We are merely the stars' tennis-balls, struck and banded Which way please them.

I know death hath ten thousand several doorsFor men to take their exits.

Cover her face. Mine eyes dazzle. She died young - Duchess. Act 4, Sc.2.

We are merely the star's tennis balls, struck and banded Which way please them.

Let all that do ill, take this precedent: Man may his fate foresee, but not prevent. And of all axioms this shall win the prize, 'Tis better to be fortunate than wise.

She and I were twins: And should I die this instant, I had liv'd her time to a minute.

Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle. She died young.

Fortune's a right whore: If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop.

all those upon whom it was bestowed, inevitably found that there was a curse upon it, for they were all either led to the scaffold, or sunk to the lowest and the most abject misery.

In this early morning stillness, the events of the day seem far away and unreal. I know that the course of my life - of all our lives - has been changed. How do the others feel? Do they know? Do they know that before us lies a road at the end of which is either death or greatness? The two words go around in my head, around and around, until it seems they are the same.

Do they know that before us lies a road at the end of which is either death or greatness? The two words go around in my head, around and around, until it seems they are the same.

He is a man like any other… he will become what he will become, out of the force of his person and the accident of his fate.

Pretty nearly any stroke of fate can be made to look like a funny coincidence if you try hard enough and wait long enough.

we make our good luck or bad luck with our choices, actions and how we deal with the results.

Lucky for us Emily was not a man," said Julia, "or she might have drunk herself to death at the Black Bull. It was better to write Wuthering Heights, but she really had no choice.