Quotes About Fate

On the inquest it was shown that Buck Fanshaw, in the delirium of a wasting typhoid fever, had taken arsenic, shot himself through the body, cut his throat, and jumped out of a four-story window and broken his neck—and after due deliberation, the jury, sad and tearful, but with intelligence unblinded by its sorrow, brought in a verdict of death by the visitation of God. What could the world do without juries?

Stars to live by. Stars to steer by. Stars to die by.

Les jeux sont faits. Nous sommes fucked.

Les jeux son fait. Nous sommes fucked.

leaving me with absolutely no sound way to determine where the hell I'm going, though right now going to hell seems like a pretty sound bet.

One sinking ship after another, in fact that was the conclusion to every single story he told, so that we, his strange audience, learned not to wonder about the end but paid more attention to the tale preceding the end, those distinguishing events before the inevitable rush of icy water, whirlpools . . .

especially when you're the one pursued by the inevitable ending.

For as we know, there cannot be an escape.

When death captures me, the boy vowed, he will feel my fist in his face. (31.26)

Death waits for no man - and if he does, he doesn't usually wait for very long.

One wild card was yet to be played.

Time will tell, I suppose, or at least, these pages will.

Insane or not, Rudy was always destined to be Liesel's best friend. A snowball in the face is surely the perfect beginning to a lasting friendship.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate? Misfortune? Is that what glued them down like that? Of course not. Let's not be stupid. It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

In a way, it was destiny.

Mi única preocupación es que cada vez que he deseado que algo suceda de una manera, ocurre del modo contrario, como si todo estuviera perfectamente diseñado para enfrentarme a lo desconocido.

When I found it amongst the book thief's words, I realised that we passed each other once in a while during that period, though neither of us scheduled a meeting. Personally, I had a lot of work to do. As for Hans, I think he was doing his best to avoid me.

When death captures me," the boy vowed, "he will feel my fist on his face." Personally, I quite like that. Such stupid gallantry. Yes. I like that a lot.

You see? Even death has a heart.

Sometimes you go to the wrong place, but the right way comes and finds you.

Und es sollte mir einmal mehr beweisen, dass eine Gelegenheit geradewegs zu einer anderen führt, genauso wie ein Risiko ein weiteres nach sich zieht, ein Leben ein anderes und ein Tod den nächsten.

Here's a small fact. You are going to die.

You are like he was, Keith enlightens me, and just like him you were most likely to die in the same way - a quarter of what you could have been...

Un pequeño detalle: Morirás.