Quotes About Fate

This is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends, this is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.

Gentile or Jew O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

Every street lamp that I pass Beats like a fatalistic drum, And through the spaces of the dark Midnight shakes the memory As a madman shakes a dead geranium.

Destiny waits in the hand of god, shaping the still unshapen..

In my beginning is my end.

Our beginnings never know our ends.

O you who turn the wheel and look to windward, 320 Consider Phlebas, who was once handsome and tall as you.

We wait, we wait, And the saints and martyrs wait, for those who shall be martyrs and saints. Destiny waits in the hand of God, shaping the still unshapen: I have seen these things in a shaft of sunlight. Destiny waits in the hand of God, not in the hands of statesmen Who do, some well, some ill, planning and guessing, Having their aims which turn in their hands in the pattern of time.

You did not intend this, I did not intend it, No one intended, but . . . You must go.

A curse is like a child, formed To grow to maturity: Accident is design And design is accident In a cloud of unknowing.

And I have seen the eternal footman hold my coat and snicker.

We most of us seem to live according to circumstance, But with people like him, there's something inside them That accounts for what happens to them.

A curse is a power Not subject to reason Each curse has its course Its own way of expiation Follow follow

There is nothing at all to be done about it, There is nothing to do about anything.

What might have been and what has been Point to one end, which is always present. Footfalls echo in the memory Down the passage which we did not take Towards the door we never opened.

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang, but with a whimper

Oh, please, Barrick, sweet angry Barrick, don't fall in love with Death.

A couple I once knew from my university days told me, when they had their first child, that they had given a hostage to Fate and would never be comfortable again. I understand now. It hurts to love. It hurts to care.

Go now—return to the land of the living, if you can. You will not receive such a gift a second time.

I don't know what to do,' he said at last. 'I don't know what will happen.' 'If you did, you would only be making a selection, not a choice.

The Berbers believe that when people are born, they are born with a story inside them, locked in their heart. It looks after them, protects them." Dr. Mehdi flicked the hood of his jelaba down onto his neck and sipped his coffee. "Their task is to search for their

Peer into the eye of Jinn ad see your future Listen to the whispering of a Jinn and go insane. Morrocan proverb.

Your place in life you can always change, whether you have the gift or not. But you cannot change what the gods have made you. The sooner you accept that, the happier you'll be.

The god touched me once, Beka. I'd soon not get his attention again.