Quotes About Fate

Destiny leaves no soul bereft of it's compliment." - Roald le Beau

Sometimes when I'm going to sleep, I think, 'Oh God, my future husband is out there somewhere and I might know him, or I might not, and I wonder what he's doing and I wonder if he knows me.' I just always think that's so fascinating, that even when you were two years old, your future husband was out there somewhere.

cáncer es una enfermedad del alma de la que sólo puedo decir: es una suerte que finalmente haya hecho eclosión.»

The best throw of the dice is to throw them away.

She saw herself alone, alive and doomed, strong and helpless, passing in a line of women, her mother before her, the child Lucy, behind, women walking on a temple frieze, Greek women in fluttering robes rounding a vase's girth for ever.

Hay hombres que vienen al mundo con el exclusivo objeto de estropear dos folios del registro civil. El primero lo estropean con la partida de nacimiento, y el segundo, con la partida de defunción.

Dark Chestnut Horse—that dies before it gets tired." Unlike Maximino, Santos lived

El animal tiene futuro, pero el hombre tiene porvenir.

el camino de la heroica renunciación que el destino le ordenaba recorrer de rodillas.

No sabe que le está hablando, sin saberlo, a su destino marcado por la soledad. Porque a su alrededor ha comenzado a tomar posiciones la niebla y en realidad ya hace rato que ni la última sombra del mundo está interesada en acecharle.

Lo lógico sería que todos los que ven declinar sus vidas gritaran de espanto, no se resignaran a un futuro de mandíbula colgando y babeo irremediable, y aún menos a ese brutal despedazarse que es la muerte, porque morir es rasgarse en mil pedazos que empiezan a desperdigarse vertiginosamente para siempre, sin testigos.

Tell me where I can escape death: discover for me the country, show me the men to whom I must go, whom death does not visit. Discover to me a charm against death. If I have not one, what do you wish me to do? I cannot escape from death, but shall I die lamenting and trembling? . . . Therefore if I am able to change externals according to my wish, I change them: but if I cannot, I am ready to tear the eyes out of him who hinders me.

El futuro no es ni del todo nuestro ni del todo ajeno.

Si deve poi ricordare che il futuro non è del tutto nostro, né del tutto non nostro

A strict belief, fate is the worst kind of slavery; on the other hand there is comfort in the thought that God will be moved by our prayers.

The man who says that all events are necessitated has no ground for critizing the man who says that not all events are necessitated. For according to him this is itself a necessitated event.

Some men spend their whole life furnishing for themselves the things proper to life without realizing that at our birth each of us was poured a mortal brew to drink.

The situation in which a person, imagining fondly that he is in charge of his own destiny, is, in fact, the sport of circumstances beyond his control, is always fascinating.

Human life [is] ... a process of filling in time until the arrival of death, or Santa Claus, with very little choice, if any, of what kind of business one is going to transact during the long wait.

However much we talk of the inexorable laws governing the life of individuals and of societies, we remain at the bottom convinced that in human affairs everything in more or less fortuitous. We do not even believe in the inevitability of our own death. Hence the difficulty of deciphering the present, of detecting the seeds of things to come as they germinate before our eyes. We are not attuned to seeing the inevitable.

Maybe our luck will change.

Acceptance of karma should not be confused with fatalism. We are all, to a great extent, masters of our own fate. But also we must learn to bow before the inevitable: this is the true meaning of acceptance and it is only this which brings the harmony without which life is not really worth living.

They keep saying the right person will come along. I think mine got hit by a truck.

Je ne sais pas où l'on va, murmura-t-il, mais ce qu'il y a de sûr, c'est qu'on y va.