Quotes About Fate

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?

By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike.

Herman Melville

Herman Melville

Tanr? yard?mc?n olsun ihtiyar adam, düÅŸüncelerinle içinde bir mahluk yaratm??s?n. Derin derin düÅŸünerek bir Prometheus'a dönüÅŸenin yüreÄŸini sonsuza dek bir akbaba yer ve o akbaba da bizzat yaratt??? mahluktur.

Vratká Pequod se podobala studentovi, který v hlavÄ› sice nosí celého Aristotela, ale v bÃ…â"¢iÅ¡e nemá nic až na kru?ení od hladu, a tak bylo Å¡tÄ›stí, že za takového stavu nemusela vzdorovat nÄ›jakému tajfunu.

Herman Melville

Gentlemen, a strange fatality pervades the whole career of these events, as if verily mapped out before the world itself was charted.

Yes, and sometimes the melancholy expression would have in it a touch of soft yearning, as if Claggart could even have loved Billy but for fate and ban.

Clarel the mentor frequent heard The time for Christ's return allot: A dream, and like a dream it blurred The sense- faded, and was forgot.

Forehead to forehead I meet thee, this third time, Moby Dick!

But why say more? All men live enveloped in whale- lines. 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.

Life is governed by chance, not wisdom.

Cada ballenera lleva un buen número de cartas para varias naves: entregarlas a los destinatarios depende del mero azar de encontrarlos en los cuatro océanos. Así, muchas cartas nunca llegan a destino, y otras sólo son recibidas cuando ya han cumplido dos o tres años.

The reason for the prosperity of the wicked, and also for the troubles of the good, is not in our hands." Then

Tromo probavljanje života, tromo probavljanje sudbine, govorilo je nešto u njemu i vratilo ga zadovoljna u današnjicu: neka nedjelja istekne i ponikne, neka žaluzine ostanu zatvorene, iza?i ?e to na dobro.

La muerte es para el hombre el más deseado refugio.

For it was not a god invading Greece, but a man; and no man now existed or ever would exist who was not liable to misfortune from the day of his birth— and the greater the man, the greater the misfortune. Their invader therefore, being only human, was bound to fall from his glory.

When a child is born to them, his relatives sit around and him and grieve over all the evils he will have to endure later, recounting all the things humans must suffer. But when someone dies, they have fun and take pleasure in burying him in the ground, reciting over him all the evils he has escaped and how he is now in a state of complete bliss.

???? ?? ?????? ??? ???? ???????? ???????. You can see from that, Croesus, that man is entirely a creature of chance" (Trans. de Sélincourt)

The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman's sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.

Come, Friend, you too must die. Why moan about it so? Even Patroclus died, a far, far better man than you. And look, you see how handsome and powerful I am? The son of a great man, the mother who gave me life-- A deathless goddess. But even for me, I tell you, Death and the strong force of fate are waiting. There will come a dawn or sunset or high noon When a man will take my life in battle too-- flinging a spear perhaps Or whipping a deadly arrow off his bow.

Here, therefore, huge and mighty warrior though you be, here shall you die.

And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you— it's born with us the day that we are born.