Quotes About Fate

Oh, God, Drustan, she thought, you didn't go back in time. You sent me back to save you!

For a moment I thought Mother and Da had told you, even though they hadn't told me." "No, lass. They didn't tell anyone. And maybe they were a bit heavy-handed, but you can approach this in one of two ways: You can be angry and spiteful and ruin your chances, or you can thank Providence and your da for fetching you the best of the best, Jillian." Jillian rolled her eyes. "If those men are the best, then it's the cloister for certain.

Keltar mates ne'er come easily to their men. Some travel distances too vast and strange to fathom, others travel but a short path, though a far distance in their hearts. Most resist every step of the way, yet for each Keltar, one woman will make that journey. 'Tis up to the Keltar to claim her.

Said he had more immediate problems than the fate of the world and he was sure we'd figure it out, considering how controlling and micromanaging Ryodan was about everything he owned—and as he believed he owned the entire world and everything in it, and could play with it all like his personal chess set—the bastard would surely find a way to patch things up to his liking. He

Ah, the painful truth: Fate was a cosmic toilet. It was the nature of the universe to flush sluggish things that failed to exercise free will. Stasis was stagnancy. Change was velocity. Fate—a sniper that preferred a motionless target to a dancing one.

Death's an insult.

Death is not a Hunter's delight. Too final.

God does not step in and adjust minute details on a whim.

As if they were supposed to have made a direct hit, to have a long, full, crazy, wild, passion-filled, child-strewn life together, but somehow they'd come at each other from the wrong angle, and missed what could have/would have/should have been.

They would be together always. Soul mates. He would never be alone. Never get lost in madness, for she would never fail to find him and bring him back.

Do you wish to? I'm leaving on the morrow. 'Tis now or never, lass." He waited, watching her. "Some chances come but once, Chloe, and swift are gone.

The thought that she'd left him by choice had driven him mad. But she hadn't. She'd been taken. He'd loved her for all time. Before she was made. After he'd believed she was gone. Sunshine to his ice. Frost to her fever. I wished them forever. You, too, beautiful girl. The Unseelie King was gone.

Still, you'd lose them again, one way or another, because they were meant to be dead.

tiny mortals tampering with chariots of the gods.

Clock hands are ticking away my life at someone else's direction. It's so wrong.

I hate fate. I don't believe in her. Unfortunately, I think the bitch believes in me.

Whoever it was who'd said life's a bitch didn't know the half of it. Death was the bitch's bigger, badder sister.

What a weird future awaited her in the past!

How could you make a mistake when you had one option?

eschatological manipulation

Live long enough, and your life becomes your own to gamble with again

If you're short on time, that would be the two-word version of our story: we fell.

It never has happened, and it never will happen, and that is why it is told.

I think we're all born with an internal compass that leads us to where we're meant to be. And whether it's a good place or a bad place, there's nothing you can do about it. I think our best friends are the people whose compasses are pointed in the same direction. That's how we find one another