Quotes About Fate

We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.

We never know. Any day could be the day we go down, and we never know.

Ka works and the world moves on.

Take the dead from the dead, the old proverb said; only a corpse may speak true prophecy.

Like the scorpion said to the maiden as she lay dying, 'You knowed I was poison when you picked me up.' 

Life is a wheel, and it always comes back around to where it started.

And suddenly it didn't seem to matter any more, nothing would matter if she could turn over, turn over and see the stars, turn over and look once and die.

Coincidences happen, but I've come to believe they are actually quite rare. Something is at work, okay? Somewhere in the universe (or behind it), a great machine is ticking and turning its fabulous gears.

Good luck is just bad luck with its hair combed.

We spread the time as we can, but in the end the world takes it all back.

Ka was a wheel; it was also a net from which none ever escaped.

people always want a reason for the bad things in life. Sometimes there ain't one.

The man in black fled across the desert, and the gunslinger followed. June 19, 1970–April 7, 2004:

If you kill what you love, you're damned.

Luck was a joke. Even good luck was just bad luck with its hair combed.

The horrors of the Inquisition are nothing compared to the fates your mind can imagine for your loved ones.

I just didn't want her to get hurt. I thought she was going to be. But everyone gets their share, don't they? Sure. Pow, in the nose. Pow, in the eye. Pow, below the belt, down you go, and the ref just went out for a hot dog.

OH SHIT! I BELIEVE IN ALL OF THOSE THINGS! he shouted, and it was true: even at eleven he had observed that things turned out right a ridiculous amount of the time.

The wheel of ka turns and the world moves on.

Is there hell, or do we make our own on earth?

Death, but not for you, gunslinger.

You may wonder about long-term solutions. I assure you, there are none. All wounds are mortal. Take what's given. You sometimes get a little slack in the rope but the rope always has an end. So what? Bless the slack and don't waste your breath cursing the drop. A grateful heart knows that in the end we all swing.

At first everything went according to plan and they called it ka. When things began going wrong and the dying started, they called that ka, too. Ka, the gunslinger could have told them, was often the last thing you had to rise above.

Ka is a friend to evil as well as good. It embraces both.