Quotes About Fate

Of such a letter, Death himself might well have been the post-boy.

as the wind howled on, and the sea leaped, and the ship groaned and dived, and yet steadfastedly shot her red hell further and further into the blackness of the sea and the night, and scornfully champed the white bone in her mouth, and viciously spat round her on all sides; then the rushing Pequod, freighted with savages, and laden with fire, and burning a corpse, and plunging into that blackness of darkness seemed the material counterpart of her monomaniac commander's soul.

Reality outran apprehension; Captain Ahab stood upon his quarter-deck.

Only one sweeter end can readily be recalled—the delicious death of an Ohio honey-hunter, who seeking honey in the crotch of a hollow tree, found such exceeding store of it, that leaning too far over, it sucked him in, so that he died embalmed. How many, think ye, have likewise fallen into Plato's honey head, and sweetly perished there?

Born in throes, 't is fit that man should live in pains and die in pangs! So be it, then!

Queequeg estaba convencido de que si un hombre estaba decidido a vivir, la enfermedad nunca sería capaz de matarlo y que lo único que podía acabar con su vida era una ballena, una tempestad o cualquier otra fuerza violenta, destructiva e inmanejable de esa naturaleza.

the fool had been branded for the slaughter by the gods.

While he himself was marking out lines and courses on the wrinkled charts, some invisible pencil was also tracing lines and courses upon the deeply marked chart of his forehead.

All are born with halters round their necks; but it is only when caught in the swift, sudden turn of death, that mortals realize the silent, subtle, ever-present perils of life.

But if the great sun move not of himself; but is as an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I. By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike.

I always say to people, 'You know, if Romeo and Juliet got married, nobody would care about them.' Imagine Romeo and Juliet, six kids yelling, 'Mama, Mama, Papa, Papa!'

Fate is like a train. When it flies past, you can choose if you want to get on it or not, to say no or say yes.

Cured yesterday of my disease, I died last night of my physician.

Actions yield result by the ordinance of God as He wills.

Although it hath pleased God to hasten my death by you, by whom my life should rather have been lengthened, yet can I patiently take it, that I yield God more hearty thanks for shortening my woeful days.

Had my grandparents not emigrated when they did, I might have been born Jewish in Eastern Europe during World War II, or I might not have been born at all. Instead, I was born in 1942 in New York City.

Life is like a wheel. Sooner or later, it always come around to where you started again.

Once you make a decision, the universe conspires to make it happen.

The classic, 'Romeo and Juliet,' for me, is the iconic story of young love.

Though we hear various reports of his existence we can never find the young wizard who is able so they say to graft the soul of a girl to the soul of her lover so that not even the sharp scissors of the Fates can ever sever them apart.

The sudden death of the leading man will cause change, making another man leader. Soon, but too late, the young man will attain high office. By land and sea, he will be feared.

We are not special. We are not crap or trash, either. We just are. We just are, and what happens just happens.

If God truly wanted me to stop, all He'd have to do is have one doctor at the Mayo Clinic find something wrong with my brain. Just one little CAT scan showing any sign of trauma or damage, and I'd be done.

There are certain people that are marked for death. I have my little list of those that treated me unfairly.