Quotes About Fate

Sacrifice of live, sacrifice for love. Fate is gentle and harsh; she gives and she takes.

But in the end it wasn't up to me. The bigs things never are. Birth, I mean, and death. And love. And what love bequeaths to us before we're born.

Whom the gods love dies young.

Maybe our mistakes are what make our fate. Without them, what would shape our lives? Perhaps, if we never veered off course, we wouldn't fall in love or have babies or be who we are.

It'll be hard, but life moves fast-we'll see each other again. I know that. I can feel that. Just like I can feel how much you care for me and how much I love you

If there is God, I thought...Please some day let me make love to this girl while she wears that dress." "Oh..." "Tatiasha...isn't it nice to know there is a God?

Alas, that love, whose view is muffled still, Should without eyes see pathways to his will!

... it's possible to let love fly by like a cloud in a windy sky if one is too timid, or perhaps unable to believe he is entitled to good fortune.

I believe we all have one true love, somewhere in this world I do.

He said there are thousands of Shadowhunters, but great love comes once in a lifetime if one is lucky, and one would be a fool to let it go.

You are what you are because your parents made love at that exact moment, and if they made love one second after you would be different.

You have to just look at it like Titanic: I know the ship sinks, but this is a love story

A woman's lot is made for her by the love she accepts.

Those that God loves, do not live long.

There's something depressing about a young couple helplessly in love. Their state is so perfect, it must be doomed. They project such qualities on their lover that only disappointment can follow.

On the subject of love at first sight, I'm with the Beatles: I believe that it happens all the time.

We can't help who we love. Love isn't logical, or even our choice. Love chooses us.

Love will find you when you least expect it.

Just another four-letter word.

The happiest of pillows is not that which love first presses! it is that which death has frowned on and passed over.

If my parents had made love a tenth of a second earlier or later, I wouldn't exist. What an enormous miracle, just being given life.

This world is not for aye, nor 'tis not strange That even our loves should with our fortunes change, For 'tis a question left us yet to prove, Whether love lead fortune, or else fortune love.

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

Then love-devouring Death do what he dare.