Quotes About Fate

Das Schicksal mischt die Karten, und wir spielen.

Life itself is a sea full of rocks and whirlpools that man avoids with the greatest caution and care, although he knows that, even when he succeeds with all his efforts and ingenuity in struggling through, at every step he comes nearer to the greatest, the total, the inevitable and irremediable shipwreck, indeed even steers right on to it, namely death. This is the final goal of the wearisome voyage, and is worse for him than all the rocks that he has avoided.

The objective half of life and reality is in the hand of fate, and accordingly takes various forms in different cases: the subjective half is ourself, and in essentials it always remains the same.

El azar reparte las cartas pero nosotros las jugamos.

Das Schicksal mischt die Karten, wir spielen.

They looked at each other. They weren't thinking anymore. The time for that had come and gone. Smashed smiles lay ahead of them. But that would be later. Lay Ter.

An Urdu couplet by one of his favorite poets, Mir Taqi Mir: Jis sar ko ghurur aaj hai yaan taj-vari ka Kal uss pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka The head which today proudly flaunts a crown Will tomorrow, right here, in lamentation drown.

Had he known that he was about to enter a tunnel whose only egress was his own annihilation, would he have turned away?

They were strangers who had met in a chance encounter. They had known each other before Life began. (310)

A few months later Miss Mitten was killed by a milk van in Hobart, across the road from a cricket oval. To the twins there was hidden justice in the fact that the milk van had been reversing.

Nas Grandes Histórias você sabem quem vive, quem morre, quem encontra o amor, quem não encontra. E, mesmo assim, você quer ouvir de novo.

The tired wisdom of knowing that what goes around eventually comes around.

You're the Imam Sahib, not me. Where do old birds go to die? Do they fall on us like stones from the sky? Do we stumble on their bodies in the streets? Do you not think that the All-Seeing, Almighty One who put us on this Earth has made proper arrangements to take us away?

You know how they end, yet you listen as though you don't. In the way that although you know that one day you will die, you live as though you won't. In the Great Stories you know who lives, who dies, who finds love, who doesn't. And yet you want to know again.

Pandoru mukkuvan muthinu poyi, (Once a fisherman went to sea,) Padinjaran kattathu mungi poyi, (The west wind blew and swallowed his boat,)

I promise you this, Kama said to Kunti. You will always have five sons. Yudhishtra I will not harm. Bhima will not die by my hand. The twins— Nakula and Sahadeva—will go untouched by me. But Arjuna—him I will make no promises about. I will kill him, or he will kill me. One of us will die.

Jis sar ko ghurur aaj hai yaan taj-vari ka Kal uss pe yahin shor hai phir nauhagari ka The head which today proudly flaunts a crown Will tomorrow, right here, in lamentation drown

For all but our most recent history, death was a common, ever-present possibility. It didn't matter whether you were five or fifty. Every day was a roll of the dice.

Lacking a coherent view of how people might live successfully all the way to their very end, we have allowed our fates to be controlled by the imperatives of medicine, technology, and strangers. I wrote this book in

DECLINE REMAINS OUR fate; death will someday come.

No matter what she'd done, you have to say... You have to say, 'It wouldn't have made a bit if difference.

But unfortunately, I am a man, and there is nothing for me to do but, like a Roman, fold my arms across my breast and hold my breath till I die. DOCTOR.

Se her, mine brødre, en menneskeskjebne blant mange andre, og erkjenn at et menneskes liv kan ta seg ut som en dårlig spøk!

Forse è un destino assumere su di noi le altrui sofferenze, e che, in più, ciò accada proprio quando in solitudine si cerca di sottrarsene.»