Quotes About Fate

The Lawyers of Fate demand a loophole in every prophecy.

Gods play games with the fates of men. But first they have to get all the pieces on the board and look all over the place for the dice.

And it be well for a knowlessman that he should not be here, for he would be taken from this place and his gaskin slit, his moules shown to the four winds, his welchet torn asunder with many hooks and his figgin placed upon a spike (...)

Whether you wanted it or not, you were born, you did the best you could, and then, whether you really wanted to or not, you died.

And he goes around killing people?" said Mort. He shook his head. "There's no justice." Death sighed. No, he said... there's just me.

And no cheating, Lady. he said. But who could cheat Fate? she asked. He shrugged.No-one. Yet everyone tries.

Pigbog wished he'd paid more attention to the Book of Revelation. If he'd known he was going to be in it, he'd have read it more carefully.

The whole of life was a game. But if it was a game, then were you the player or were you the pawn?

One minute walking along, the next minute dead. Why? THINK OF IT BEING MORE... DIMENSIONALLY DISADVANTAGED. Yes. I know. Beano relaxed, and stopped wondering too much about events in an increasingly irrelevant world. Death found that people often did, after the initial confusion. After all, the worst had already happened. At least... with any luck.

Miss Treason! Remember you have an appointment! It wasn't the best thing to say, but a lot better than: You said you were going to die in about five minutes' time!

Don't worry! On another Earth it already happened'

Our fate like the fate of all species, is determined by chance, by circumstance, and by grace.

Death does not discriminate; whether saints or sinners, in the end, all are equal.

Sometimes, the stars line up, the gods smile, and love gets a fighting chance. Just a chance. That's all it can really hope for. No guarantees, no certainties

But human anatomy and human endurance are variable. While the much younger nun had succumbed to her injuries, Ursula's heart kept beating, her body unwilling to surrender its soul. Not a miracle, merely one of those quirks of fate, like the child who survives a fall from a sixth-floor window, and is only scratched.

From the moment we're born, death is our final destination. Only the date and time of our arrival is unknown.

It's just something I'll have to live with... The possibility of getting sick. Not knowing if I'll live another two years or forty years. I keep telling myself, I could walk outside and get hit by a bus. That's the way life is. Just surviving another day comes with its own risk.

Remember the woman at Sodom and Gomorrah whose husband told her not to look back, as the angel of God had instructed? And what did she do? She looked back one last time, and turned to a pillar of salt.

That evening when my destiny changed is a tattoo needled into my soul. I shall never forget it.

I do not care. My baby, my baby, oh, Janna. Ako na lang sana." People gasped at her last words and made the sign of the cross. It was very bad luck, what she said, to wish that it had been she who had died instead.

Wer für den Strick geboren ist, kann im Wasser nicht umkommen. (S.104)

Marriage was not only impossible but unnecessary. He had only to say "Come" and she must obey; it was her destiny.

Life's little ironies are not always manifest. We hear distant rumbling sounds of its tragedies, but rarely are we permitted to witness the reality. (from W.L.S.)

But, oh, gentlemen, the ways of nature, or of God, and the Providence that shapes our ends, rough-hew them how we may! It is man who proposes, but God—God—who disposes!