Quotes About Fate

of all creatures that breathe and move on earth none is more to be pitied than a man.

What a lamentable thing it is that men should blame the gods and regard us as the source of their troubles, when it is their own transgressions which bring them suffering that was not their destiny.

All things are in the hand of heaven, and Folly, eldest of Jove's daughters, shuts men's eyes to their destruction. She walks delicately, not on the solid earth, but hovers over the heads of men to make them stumble or to ensnare them.

and they limp and halt, they're all wrinkled, drawn, they squint to the side, can't look you in the eyes, and always bent on duty, trudging after Ruin, maddening, blinding Ruin. But Ruin is strong and swift—She outstrips them all by far, stealing a march, leaping over the whole wide earth to bring mankind to grief.

My mother Thetis tells me that there are two ways in which I may meet my end. If I stay here and fight, I will not return alive but my name will live forever: whereas if I go home my name will die, but it will be long ere death shall take me.

For lo? my words no fancied woes relate; I speak from science and the voice of fate.

Then in anger divine Aphrodite addressed her: "Do not provoke me, wicked girl, lest I drop you in anger, and hate you as much as I now terribly love you, and devise painful hostilities, and you are caught in the middle of both, Trojans and Danaans, and are destroyed by an evil fate." So she spoke; and Helen born of Zeus was frightened; and

C?ntã, zeiÈ›ã, mânia ce-aprinse pe-Ahil Peleianul, Patima crudã ce-Aheilor mii de amaruri aduse; Suflete multe viteze trimise pe lumea cealaltã, Trupul fãcându-le hranã la câini È™i la feluri de pãsãri ?i împlinitã fu voia lui Zeus, de când Agamemnon, Craiul nãscut din Atreu, È™i dumnezeiescul Ahile S-au dezbinat dupã cearta ce fuse-ntre dânÈ™ii iscatã.

Ah my friend, if you and I could escape this fray and live forever, never a trace of age, immortal, I would never fight on the front lines again or command you in the field where men win fame. But now, as it is, the fates of death await us, thousands poised to strike, and not a man alive can flee them or escape – so in we go for attack! Give our enemy glory or win it for ourselves!

That is the god's work, spinning threads of death through the lives of mortal men, and all to make a song for those to come...

No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think that no man yet has escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward.

But death is a thing that comes to all alike. Not even the gods can fend it away from a man they love, when once the destructive doom of leveling death has fastened upon him.

There is no thought of death in your mind now, and yet death stands close beside you as you put on the immortal armor of a surpassing man.

Did fate, or we, when great Atrides died, Urge the bold traitor to the regicide?

Mirst?giem ?aud?m virs zemes maz dienu ir dz?v?bai lemtu. Ja k?dam ir cietsird?gs raksturs un cietsird?gs ir bijis pret citiem, Visi tam nov?l tik ?aunu, kam?r tas dz?vo virs zemes, Bet, ja kam krietna ir sirds, ja ar? t? domas ir krietnas, Teicamo slavu pa pasauli plašo starp mirst?giem ?aud?m Svešinieki aiznes un visi to d?v? par cildenu v?ru.

Perverse mankind! whose wills, created free, Charge all their woes on absolute degree; All to the dooming gods their guilt translate, And follies are miscall'd the crimes of fate.

Poor Andromache! Why does your heart sorrow so much for me? No man is going to hurl me to Hades, unless it is fated, but as for fate, I think no man has yet escaped it once it has taken its first form, neither brave man nor coward.

So now I meet my doom. Well let me die— but not without struggle, not without glory, no, in some great clash of arms that even men to come will hear of down the years!

So the immortals spun our lives that we, we wretched men live on to bear such torments-the gods live free of sorrows. There are two great jars that stand on the floor of Zeus's halls and hold his gifts, our miseries one, the other blessings. When Zeus who loves the lightning mixes gifts for a man, now he meets with misfortune, now good times in turn.

A double chance of destiny impends: If here remaining, round the walls of Troy I wage the war, I ne'er shall see my home, But then undying glory shall be mine: If I return, and see my native land, 490 My glory all is gone; but length of life Shall then be mine, and death be long deferr'd.

If you only knew in your own heart how many hardships you were fated to undergo before getting back to your own country, you would stay here with me and be the lord of this household and be an immortal, for all your longing once more to look on that wife for whom you are pining all your days here. And yet I think I can claim that I am not her inferior either in build or stature, since it is not likely that mortal women can challenge the goddesses for build and beauty. - Calypso

The Spinners (Klothes) are imagined in Greek mythology as three old female figures who construct the thread of human destiny—

But humans cannot stay awake forever; immortal gods have set a proper time for everything that mortals do on earth.

Ah, wretched man! unmindful of thy end! A moment's glory; and what fates attend!