Quotes About Fate

It is often the victim's fate to be victimized a second time by the moral neediness of his former victimizer. One can chalk up many of black America's problems since the 1960s precisely to this phenomenon. The larger society around us—having acknowledged its abuse of us—wants to take charge of our fate in order to redeem itself, thus smothering us in social programs and policies that rob us of full autonomy all over again.

Both Heaven and Hell are retroactive, all of one's life will eventually be known to have been one or the other.

You don't know for sure why things happen, but you know, it did! It was my time to go on the show and I'm excited to see what my future holds.

I really believe things happen as they're supposed to and in the time that they're supposed to.

All-devouring time, envious age, Nought can escape you, and by slow degrees, Worn by your teeth, all things will lingering die.

No fate could rob us of our own-- No circumstance can make it less; What time removes was but a loan, For what was ours we still possess.

Know we how many tomorrows the gods intend for our todays.

I've finished running from you, Redd. It's time for you to run." --Alyss

To know the future absolutely it to be trapped into that future absolutely. It collapses time. Present becomes future.

This lifetime right now you have a specific destiny. You are destined to die at a certain time, to make a certain amount of money, to have certain associations and friendships.

Many die too late, and some die too early. Yet strangers soundeth the precept: "Die at the right time!"

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.

Ninety-nine one-hundredths of our lives we are mere hedgers and ditchers, but from time to time we meet with reminders of our destiny.

Death comes in its own time, in its own way.Death is as unique as the individual experiencing it.

All are architects of Fate, Working in these walls of Time; Some with massive deeds and great, Some with ornaments of rhyme.

Two people see each across a room or their skin brushes. Their souls recognize the person as their own. It doesn't need time to figure it. The soul always knows... whether it's right or wrong.

Nothing better for the hormones and worse for the heart than the right boy at the right time.

I've been looking for you a long time, I just didn't know it. But now I do.

Time to die. -Evil Angel

So much of our lives depends on accidents of birth, time, and geography. This haunts me. In some lives, few "or"s are possible. The pain of that is behind the second stanza of this poem.

Mankind, I hazard, wherever found, Civilized or Savage, cannot keep to any purpose for much length of time, except the purpose of destroying himself.

You were in my arms for the first time, and you said my name, 'Tristan.' I answered you: 'Isolde.' Isolde. The world became a word.

I thought I'd saved Kayden that night at the pool house, but I was wrong. I just bought him time until the next windstorm swept through.

Accidents did not just happen. From time to time they were carefully plotted, calculated, and arranged to one's advantage-all, of course, under the cloak of happenstance.