Quotes About Fate

Wyrd bið ful ?ræd. Fate is inexorable.

But bad luck makes good stories.

People who say, 'Let the chips fall where they may,' usually figure they will not be hit by a chip.

there is someone for everyone in this world

My own kind? If I had to pinpoint a moment when the human race divided into the severe distinctions of blak and whyte, that was it: people belonged to one of two colours and in the society I was about to join my colour, not my personality or ability, would determine my fate.

Or is there no such thing as 'too late'? Is there only 'late' and is 'late' always better than 'never'? I don't know.

Had my child been a clergyman's probably he would have been strangled at birth.

she swung like a pendulum, ticking away the seconds until she would be dead.

When you walk with purpose, you collide with destiny.

destiny is what we think of as life, while life is the process of destiny!

Das Schicksal des Menschen ist der Mensch.

Komm, geh mit angeln, sagt der Fischer zum Wurm.

Sventurata la terra che ha bisogno di eroi.

Die da alt sind, hör ich, haben nichts zu hoffen Denn nur Zeit schafft's, und an Zeit gebricht's. Doch uns Jungen, hör ich, steht das Tor weit offen Freilich, hör ich, steht es offen nur ins Nichts.

Do you have a pet bird?' I asked, looking around the room. 'Oh, heavens, no. I'd never cage a bird. I can't imagine a worse fate, can you? I bought this cage at a market in Peru several years ago. I hung it here and wired the door open to remind myself how delicious freedom is -- financial and otherwise.

One day can make your life. One day can ruin your life. All life is is four or five big days that change everything.

Nothing is born which Death makes not subject of his state.

A bald man felt the sun's fierce rays Scorch his defenseless head, In haste to shun the noontide blaze Beneath a palm he fled: Prone as he lay, a heavy fruit Crashed through his drowsy brain: Whom fate has sworn to persecute Finds every refuge vain.

Three courses open lie to wealth, to give, enjoy, or lose, Who shrinketh from the former two, perforce the third doth choose.

Our mind is but a lump of clay That Fate, grim potter, holds On sorrow's wheel that rolls away, And, as he pleases, moulds.

It imprisons Brahm? in the universe like a potter in his own giant urn. It tosses Vishnu into the dark tangle of his ten avatars. Rudra it forces to beg roaming with a skull in his cupped palms, and it makes S?rya circle the sky endlessly. I bow my head to karma.

Fate's sentence written on the brow no hand can e'er efface.

Great riches come to many men by chance.

To me belongeth vengeance and recompense; their foot shall slide in due time: for the day of their calamity is at hand, and the things that shall come upon them make haste.