Quotes About Fate

Imagine the jacket copr: People behaved mostly well and then they died.

I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase got what she deserved. Sometimes women do.

If she were alive, someone would need to return her. If she were dead, nature would have to give her up.

Para empezar: nunca debería haber nacido.

Whenever possible, Libby prophesized doom.

I liked the Old Testament spitefulness of the phrase 'got what she deserved.' Sometimes women do.

Had things turned out differently, I might have amused myself with a series of heart-wretched lovers. I might have dallied with brilliant men. I might have married.

One thing I've learned over the past thirty years is to not anticipate the future - life has a way of turning out quite differently than you've planned. Those who have a cool attitude to the world, an emotional remoteness from the twists and turns of fate, are lucky. Accepting life's unpredictability, I've observed, is the best antidote to despair.

Why do we need time travel? All the answers come down to one. To elude death.

Fate is a fickle bitch who dotes on irony." The Black Company pg 447

You feel guilty. You wonder why him and not me, then you're glad it was him and not you, then you feel guilty. Soldiers live. And wonder why.

Yes. He argued that we are the gods, that we create our own destiny. That what we are determines what will become of us. In a peasantlike vernacular, we all paint ourselves into corners from which there is no escape simply by being ourselves and interacting with other selves.

Maybe. We're all equals at the dark gate, no? The sands run for us all. Life is but a flicker shouting into the jaws of eternity. But it seems so damned unfair!

Fate is a fickle bitch who dotes on irony.

The books must be written. The truth must be recorded even if fate decrees that no man ever reads a word I write. The Annals are the soul of the Black Company. They recall that this is who we are. That this is who we were. That we persevere. And that treachery, as it ever has, failed to suck the last drop of our blood.

We all want to grasp the stars. Nieroda came closer than most. But like the rest of us, she overreached and drew back fingers webbed with damnation.

What did Romeo and Juliet do?" They died," I remind her gently. "Some mix-up with the poison-

We are given our place in time as we are given our eyes: weak, strong, clear, squinting, the thing is not ours to choose. Well, this has been a squinting, walleyed time to be born in.

I wanted to be a politician and a movie star. But I was born a writer. If you're born that, you can't change it. You're going to do it whether you want to or not.

But like so many others nowadays, poor Julian wanted to believe that man's life is profoundly more significant than it is. His sickness was the sickness of our age. We want so much not to be extinguished at the end that we will go to any length to make conjuror-tricks for one another simply to obscure the bitter, secret knowledge that it is our fate not to be.

All things turn out ill, in the end. But that is the ill nature of things, to end.

Impossible? the goldfish man said. Don't you see? Even fates written in the Book of Fortunes can be changed. How can anything be impossible?

It's all going the way it's supposed to be going Otherwise, it would be going some other way." —SANDY HARPER, 1978

We are all resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.