Quotes About Fate

For once, fate us taking a problem off our hands gratis. Let's smile, say thank you and stay the hell out of it!

One way to find a sweetheart is to put an ad in the paper, another is to wait and see what the cat drags in.

There are no accidents in this world, that no living being is seduced into an entanglement that he did not invite with his innermost desires. Would you agree with my estimation?

We cannot choose, he thought, the people we're born into nor what they teach us. So that opposition exists, and appears to us as evil. It is part of life, and sorrow is its natural consequence.

I know, but it reminds me that I have no control over life. Life doesn't care if you're a soldier or a seventh grader or an aquatic reptile. Things happen.

I've never found it helpful to treat fate with a gentle hand. Everytime I've stroked, hopin' fer a favor, she's slapped me hand and laughed at me. If ye want something, take fate by the throat and shake it out o' her.

He'd had all day to think about how he might manage this escapade without getting caught. The wars had taught him that rash courage was no substitute for a careful plan. But fate does not always cooperate with the plans of men.

Gytha knew that affair was as doomed as a salmon and the swallow who fell in love

Why can't we call that hour back, unsay what should not have been said, turn right instead of left, stay instead of running away? But time will not come again and everything has changed because of it. The flight of an arrow is quicker than a breath, yet it takes a man from this world for eternity.

Most spells only have power in this life, but a mandrake's born at the same instant a man dies. That means its curse can follow you through the gates of death itself and into the life beyond. I'd not go against it, not for a whole kingdom and and every lusty man in it.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

That's it. Fate is a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

Nobody's perfect for battling evil. It's seductive. When we find it, it's going to come at you with everything it's got." I was braced for it. I knew it would. I took a deep, slow breath, filling my lungs, squaring my shoulders. "Jericho, I feel like my whole life have been pushing me toward this moment." "That's it. Fate's a fickle whore. We're not going. Take your clothes off and get back in my bed.

If I entered a tropical beach, would I end up in Nazi Germany with my highly inconvenient black hair?

Is anyone who's supposed to be dead actually dead?

And after I act as your intermediary and he takes you back to Faery, then what?" "Then all will be made right, and I'll be invincible again." She rolled her eyes. "I meant, what happens to me? While you may be the most important thing to your egotistical little self in your narcissistic little world, guess what— so am I in mine.

You and I more than anyone else in the universe are perfect for each other.

My world we humans we're just pawns on an immortal chessboard.

Whether he knew it or not, it was her Drustan, damn it all, just a month and five centuries younger.

I realized I would rather have a single night with you, even if it meant I was doomed to be bound to you, aching for you forever than not know such love.

Often, it was only the bold, fearless, risky action that had any hope of circumventing impending doom, as if Fate was amused by the colorfully unexpected, and while she was laughing, one might slip changes past the pernicious bitch.

Because I knew the moment I saw you," he ground out savagely, her "I hate you" still ringing in his ears, "that in another life—a life where I didn't become a dark sorcerer—you were my wife. I cherished you. I adored you. I loved you until the end of time, Jessica MacKeltar. But I doona get to have that life. So I'll take you any fucking way I can get you. And I'll not apologize for one moment of it.

When people have absolutely no control over the things that really matter to them, they tend to do one of three things: devolve into animals and prey on others, indulging their base instincts (wolves); huddle in herds for comfort and safety from the chaos (sheep); or invoke a rigid daily routine, effecting control over those few things they can while endeavoring to change what seems an inevitable fate (sheepdogs). Over

When man thinks he knows God's course better than God himself is when hundreds die—