Quotes About Fate

The sign seemed like her fortune, her horoscope, her Magic 8 Ball answer.

It's possible you've already let the right someone walk right past you.

Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition.

Pensa sem cessar que és homem, isto é, o vivente mais sujeito aos caprichos da sorte.

Three things see no end- A flower blighted ere it bloomed, A message that was wasted, And a journey that was doomed.

Though drowned was just as dead as any other way of dying.

Glorious Destinies get you Glorious Funerals.

We all know what we should have done as we look backward. Yet looking backward further still, we may say that all goes as the Wild Magic wills. And we must look forward if we are to live long enough to look backward.

But whatever fate may be mine, I shall not simply say yes to whatever it sends! she vowed stubbornly. If it is not to my liking … then it is not my fate.

Do what you can, do everything that you can, do it to the best of your ability, and leave the rest to fate. Or the gods. Or random luck. Your choice.

Do what you can, do everything that you can, do it to the best of your ability, and leave the rest to fate. Or

Do what you can, do everything that you can, do it to the best of your ability, and leave the rest to fate.

And a ton came down on a coloured road, And a ton came down on a gaol, And a ton came down on a freckled girl, And a ton on the black canal, And a ton came down on a hospital, And a ton on a manuscript, And a ton shot up through the dome of a church, And a ton roared down to the crypt. And a ton danced over the Thames and filled A thousand panes with stars, And the splinters leapt on the Surrey shore To the tune of a thousand scars.

The Earth swirls down through the ominous moons of preconsidered generations.

The vastest things are those we may not learn. We are not taught to die, nor to be born, Nor how to burn With love. How pitiful is our enforced return To those small things we are the masters of.

Keda's oldness was the work of fate, alchemy. An occult agedness. A transparent darkness. A broken and mysterious grove. A tragedy, a glory, a decay. - Titus Groan

Mais les vrais voyageurs sont ceux-là seuls qui partent Pour partir; coeurs légers, semblables aux ballons, De leur fatalité jamais ils ne s´écartent, Et, sans savoir pourquoi, disent toujours: Allons! Ceux-là dont les désirs ont la forme des nues, Et qui rêvent, ainsi qu´un conscrit le canon, Des vastes voluptés, changeantes, inconnues, Et dont l´esprit humain n´a jamais su le nom!

When we give up, we know our destiny. When we keep going, we earn the right to choose our fate.

The fate of the poor both locally and globally will to a grave extent determine the quality of life for those who are lucky enough to have class privilege. Repudiating exploitation by word and deed is a gesture of solidarity with the poor.

they have the right to fall when life comes to an end to move in harmony with fate

fierce unyielding winds pressing pushing against window glass trees swaying branches falling chaos warning of danger she does not want to cut them down she does not want to fear those mighty oaks standing guard for more years than can be counted strong roots sustaining life holding back the rush of time let earth testify they have the right to fall when life comes to an end to move in harmony with fate

If a bullet's going to get you, it's already been fired.

E' la maledetta casualità che ti logora, il fatto che la differenza fra la vita, la morte e una ferita tremenda a volte è legata a cose minime come chinarsi ad allacciarsi una scarpa, scegliere il terzo cesso della fila invece del quarto, voltare la testa a sinistra anziché a destra.

Se una pallottola ti deve colpire, è già stata sparata.