Quotes About Fate

Pasa que los cronopios no quieren tener hijos, porque lo primero que hace un cronopio recién nacido es insultar groseramente a su padre, en quien oscuramente ve la acumulación de desdichas que un día serán las suyas.

Entramos en los cuarenta años con la inexpresada idea de que el nuestro, simple y silencioso matrimonio de hermanos, era necesaria clausura de la genealogía asentada por los bisabuelos en nuestra casa. Nos moriríamos allí algún día, vagos y esquivos primos se quedarían con la casa y la echarían al suelo para enriquecerse con el terreno y los ladrillos; o mejor, nosotros mismos la voltearíamos justicieramente antes de que fuese demasiado tarde.

Andábamos sin buscarnos, pero sabiendo que andábamos para encontrarnos

She would smile and show no surprise, convinced as she was, the same as I, that casual meetings are apt to be just the opposite, and that people who make dates are the same kind who need lines on their writing paper, or who always squeeze up from the bottom on a tube of toothpaste.

Cuántas veces la vida y no nosotros nos impone el final de un camino o de una historia pese a que creamos que somos nosotros los que lo decidimos!

Which death is preferably to every other? 'The unexpected'.

Cowards die many times before their deaths; The valiant never taste of death but once. Of all the wonders that 1 yet have heard, It seems to me most strange that men should fear, Seeing that death, a necessary end, Will come when it will come.

He bestows the world like a colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs, to peep about, and find ourselves dishonorable graves. The fault dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

The fault, dear Brutus, is not in Our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings.

There is a tide in the affairs of men which, taken at the floud leads on to fortune ommitted, all the voyage of their lives are bound in shallows and in miseries

In another universe I probably came out OK, ended up with mad novias and jobs and a sea of love in which to swim, but in this world I had a brother who was dying of cancer and a long dark patch of life like a mile of black ice waiting for me up ahead.

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions." In fact, it's better than fine—it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

If you ask me I don't think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That's enough.

It's perfectly fine if you don't believe in these "superstitions". In fact, it's better than fine - it's perfect. Because no matter what you believe, fukú believes in you.

She did not believe in fate; the world seemed far chancier than that, a series of mishaps and narrow escapes you somehow managed to survive until, one day, you didn't.

Events can seem random while you're living them, but when you look back, what do you see? A chain of coincidences? Plain old luck? Or something more?

There was, Alicia realized, a single hour that all the days since your birth pointed you toward. What you thought was a maze of choices, all the possibilities of what your life might become, was, in fact, a series of steps you took along a road, and when you reached your destination and looked back, only one path—the one chosen for you—was visible.

This isn't a question of odds. Of all the men in the world, that woman chose you. If she's out there, she's waiting for you. Staying alive any way she can until you find her. That's all that matters.

There was, Alicia realized, a single hour that all the days since your birth pointed you toward. What you thought was a maze of choices, all the possibilities of what your life might become, was, in fact, a series of steps you took along a road, and when you reached your destination and looked back, only one path—the one chosen for you—was visible. She

Events can seem random while you're living them, but when you look back, what do you see? A chain of coincidences? Plain old luck? Or something more? I'll tell you what I see, Peter. A clear path. More than that. A true path.

It was as if I'd lost some cosmic game of musical chairs; the song had stopped, I was left standing, and there was simply nothing to be dine about it.

This isn't a question of odds. Of all the men in the world, that woman hose you. If she's still out there, she's waiting for you. Staying alive any way she can until you find her.

She did not believe in fate; the world seemed far chancier than that, a series of mishaps and narrow escapes you somehow managed to survive until, one day, you didn't.

Who would survive this day? And Vorhees knew, to his infinite sorrow, that once again he would be one of the lucky ones. They