Quotes About Fate

He should have died a few seconds later. It was Jean, as usual, who had other plans.

Three things must you take up and three things must you lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child." Patience pushed her hood up over her head. "You will die when a silver rain falls." "You're making all this shit up," said Locke. "I could be," said Patience. "I very well could be. And that's part of your punishment. Go forth now and live, Locke Lamora. Live, uncertain.

As for why we're going over the plan again, let me remind you that one good screwup will make the fate of those poor bastards look sunny in comparison to what we'll get.

La única persona capaz de acabar sin riesgo los juegos de Locke Lamora… —… es Locke… —… porque creemos que los dioses le libraron de una muerte terrible. Algo que tenía que ver con cuchillos y hierros al rojo… —… y cincuenta mil espectadores que aplaudían.

Three things must you take up and three things must you lose before you die: a key, a crown, a child." Patience pushed her hood up over her head. "You will die when a silver rain falls.

life boils down to standing in line to get shit dropped on your head. Everyone's got a place in the queue, you can't get out of it, and just when you start to congratulate yourself on surviving your dose of shit, you discover that the line is actually circular.

I suppose we are all lumps of coal destined for one furnace or another.

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink - blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force.

Gamblers play just as lovers make love and drunkards drink—blindly and of necessity, under domination of an irresistible force." Jacques Anatole Thibault

In 1975, a 17-year-old boy was killed while riding his Moped. He was killed exactly one year after his 17-year-old brother was killed while riding the same Moped in the same intersection by the same taxi with the same driver carrying the same passenger.

I don't know why the gods made Fate our master then gave us a fighting spirit, perhaps only for their own amusement, perhaps to give us a thirst for life.

We are all born, and we all die—be it from age and illness, like your people, or from battle, like mine. Everything between is what you make of it," Grimnir said.

I was created to be destroyed.

Cowards die many times before their deaths, da valiant never taste of death but once, eh?" The quote came out of nowhere, so random it made Magnus lower the torch. "I'm shocked. You know Julius Caesar?

What kills a person at twenty-five? Leukemia. An accident. But George knows the better odds are that someone who passes at that age dies of unhappiness. Drug overdose. Suicide. Reckless behavior.

It wasn't luck or the order of the universe. It was simply what had happened.

The joke was thinking you were ever really in charge of your life. You pressed your oar down into the water to direct the canoe, but it was the current that shot you through the rapids. You just hung on and hoped not to hit a rock or a whirlpool.

Six turns." A more superstitious man might have taken that for a bad omen. Tanner only considered himself half-superstitious. He didn't believe in the good ones.

Ako je išta prepušteno našoj odluci, našoj volji i slobodi, to je da možemo odabrati kakva ?e nam biti smrt a ne da ona odabere kakav ?e nam biti kraj. Samo smrt nas može razbuditi i povratiti iz košmara.

How perilous is it to choose not to love the life we're shown?

Wyrd oft nered unfaegne, eorl, ponne his ellen deah. Often, for undaunted courage, fate spares the man it has not already marked.

For every one of us, living in this world means waiting for our end.

But death is not easily escaped from by anyone: all of us with souls, earth-dwellers and children of men, must make our way to a destination already ordained where the body, after the banqueting, sleeps on its deathbed.

The veteran king sat down on the cliff-top. He wished good luck to the Geats who had shared his hearth and his gold. He was sad at heart, unsettled yet ready, sensing his death. His fate hovered near, unknowable but certain: it would soon claim his coffered soul, part life from limb