Quotes About Fate

You're mine," she whispered. "Mine, as I'm yours. And if we die, we die. All men must die, Jon Snow. But first, we'll live.

I don't know if great times make great men, but I know they can kill them.

But when the dust has drunk the blood of men, no resurrection comes for one who's dead.

High fortune, this in man's eye is god and more than god is this.

Good fortune is a god among men, and more than a god.

When the black and mortal blood of man has fallen to the ground ... who then can sing spells to call it back again?

Alas, poor men, their destiny. When all goes well a shadow will overthrow it. If it be unkind one stroke of a wet sponge wipes all the picture out.

God planteth in mortal men the cause of sin whensoever he wills utterly to destroy a house.

He seemed so certain about everything, didn't he? And yet none of his certainties was worth one hair of a woman's head. He wasn't even sure he was alive, because he was living like a dead man.

Politics and the fate of mankind are formed by men without ideals and without greatness. Those who have greatness within them do not go in for politics.

In life, man proposes, God disposes.

The lot of man - to suffer and to die.

Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?

So man, who here seems principal alone, Perhaps acts second to some sphere unknown Touches some wheel, or verges to some goal; 'Tis but a part we see, and not a whole.

Nations, as well as man, almost always betray the most prominent features of their future destiny in their earliest years.

Man is man, and master of his fate.

Nor at all can tell Whether I mean this day to end myself, Or lend an ear to Plato where he says, That men like soldiers may not quit the post Allotted by the Gods.

Men cannot live forever But they must die forever.

He had followed the trail left by a dead man. It was only now that he realized it might lead only to a grave.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

Brave men earn the right to shape their own destiny.

I'd like to meet a lovely man who shares my interests. On the other hand, I possibly will not. It's part of the hand you're dealt. It's a challenge-and I'm not atypical.

Madness ends sometimes. The Gods decree it, not man.

How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?