Quotes About Fate

Just bad luck. That's what you say. Of no consequence. That's what you make yourself believe- because deep down, you know that this small piece of changing fortune is a signal of things to come.

They're strange, those wars. Full of blood and violence - but full of stories that are equally difficult to fanthom. It's true, people will mutter. I don't care if you don't belive me. It was the fox who saved my life or, They died on either side of me and I was left standing there, the only one without a bullet between my eyes. Why me? Why me and not them?

HERE IS A SMALL FACT *** You are going to die.

and I have the endless ability to be in the right place at the right time.

Rudy Steiner slept. Mama and Papa slept. Frau Holtzapfel, Frau Diller. Tommy Müller. All sleeping. All dying.

She had her whole death ahead of her

I know what happens and so do you. It's the machinations that wheel us there that aggravate, perplex, interest, and astound me. There are many things to think of. There is much story.

Trust the murderer to be unkillable at the one moment he was better off dead.

al menos los humanos tienen el buen juicio de morir.

even death has a heart

Un pequeño detalle Morirás.

Oh, who shall know the might Of the words he utter'd there? The fate of nations there was turned By the fervor of his prayer. "But wouldst thou know his name Who wandered there alone? Go, read enroll'd in Heaven's archives, The prayer of Washington.

I cried to her, Why did this have to happen? Why? I expected some plausible and complicated medical explanation. She shrugged and said gently, Because, Martha, it was just your turn.

Every experience that's part of your best destiny is beautiful to your soul.

Each life is a game of chess that went to hell on the seventh move(...)

Films are all luck and anarchy.

it swallows gas like a drunk, but a man who lets guilt ruin pleasure is the pincushion of fate.

And it was right for those youngsters to know that in a nation like France, no defeat was ever final, no fate was ever foreordained, that even amid the ruins and corpses of defeat, rebirth and recovery and renewal could always come.

MAN DOES WHAT HE CAN, CHANCE DOES WHAT IT WILL.

A woman saw those turtle tears and instinctively knew that the turtle mother wept for her children. A mother knew of all the predators that awaited her young, of the swift currents that might lead them astray, of the dazzle of dangerous lights, of the complicated nets that could entangle them and of the many years of solitary swimming. She wept because she could not protect them from their fate.

fate could come along and intervene and change the course of one's life in the breath of a moment. One tragic fall, a bitter divorce, a child's decision, a hurricane.

I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy.

She had never believed in fate. She still did not. It would be nonsense of freedom of will and choice, and it was through such freedom that we worked our way through life and learned what we needed to learn. But sometimes, it seemed to her, there was something, some sign, to nudge one along in a certain direction. What one chose to do with that nudge was up to that person.

We would have met again some other time or in some other place,' he said. 'We would have been given other chances. Life recognizes the unpredictability of our movements in any given life. Somehow we would have met, Jane. We were determined that it would be so before we entered this life.