Quotes About Fate

Fate always gives you two choices: the one you should take, and the one you do.

A strong man can make his own luck.

Time is the web, and Fate is the spider.

But the past has a way of taking you to the right place at the wrong time, and that can be a storm inside.

Luck is what happens to you when fate gets tired of waiting.

Khaderbhai once said that if we envy someone for all the right reasons, we're half way to wisdom. I hope he wasn't right about that. I hope good envy takes you further than that, because a lifetime has passed since that day at the wire, and I still envy Anand's calm communion with fate, and I long for it with all my flawed and striving heart.

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I'd always thought that fate was something unchangeable: fixed for every one of us at birth, and as constant as the circuit of the stars. But I suddenly realised that life is stranger and more beautiful than that. The truth is that, no matter what kind of game you find yourself in, no matter how good or bad the luck, you can change your life completely with a single thought or a single act of love.

For so long as fate keeps waiting, we live on. God help us. God forgive us. We live on.

The past is a novel, written by Fate, weaving the same themes: love and its glory, hate and its prisoners, the soul and its price. Our decisions become narratives: fated choices that unknowably change the course of the living river. In the present, where decisions and connections are made, Fate waits on the riverbank of Story, leaving us to our mistakes and miracles, because it's our will alone that leads us to one or the other.

Fate needs accomplices, and the stones in destiny's walls are mortared with small and heedless complicities such as those.

Every human heartbeat is a universe of possibilities.

But fate—you know fate? Kismet is the word, in the Urdu language—fate has every power over us, but two. Fate cannot control our free will, and fate cannot lie. Men lie, to themselves more than to others, and to others more often than they tell the truth. But fate does not lie. Do you see?

We were silent for a time, each of us troubled, and stubbornly tempting fate in our own ways.

I looked at her for a while, reading the runes in her sky-blue eyes. Then I stood from the wall, held her in my arms, and kissed her. It was a long kiss. We lived out a life together in that kiss: we lived and loved and grew old together, and we died. Then our lips parted, and that life we might've had retreated, shrinking to a spark of light we would always recognise in one another's eyes.

Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn't, let ourselves become. Sooner or later we meet the drunkard, the waster, the betrayer, the ruthless mind, and the hate-filled heart. But fate loads the dice, of course, because we usually find ourselves loving or pitying almost all of those people. And it's impossible to despise someone you honestly

Some time on the next day we would be free, or we would be dead.

Wenn einen das Schicksal nicht zum Lachen bringt, dann hat man den Witz nicht kapiert.

fate has every power over us, but two. Fate cannot control our free will, and fate cannot lie.

Sooner or later, fate puts us together with all the people, one by one, who show us what we could, and shouldn't, let ourselves become.

Where did we come from? Why are we here? Where are we going?

It was the desolate terror of a man who knows that fate has abandoned him, and death's already inside, stretching and swelling and filling up the life-space that used to be his. It

There's a kind of luck that's not much more than being in the right place at the right time, a kind of inspiration that's not much more than doing the right thing in the right way, and both only really happen to you when you empty your heart of ambition, purpose, and plan; when you give yourself, completely, to the golden, fate-filled moment. I

He says that strong men make the luck to happen