Quotes About Fate

Toblakai, you will be needed.' 'To do what?' 'Why, to kill a god.' 'Which god?' The Malazan woman stared, discomfited for the first time since arriving.

She seemed doomed ever to open her arms to the wrong lover, to love fully yet never be so loved in return. It made her pathetic stock in this retinue of squandered opportunities that scrawled out the history of a clumsy life.

It's just how it played out. Choices are made, accidents happen, the fates fall. Remember that, when our own falls on us.

Perhaps the most realistic worship of all,' the Daru replied, wrapping another severed head. 'How many of us bow before a god in the desperate hope that we can somehow shape our fate? Praying to that familiar face pushes away our terror of the unknown—the unknown being the futur

I think the Crippled God has made a terrible mistake…

To the executioner's axe there are those who kneel, head bowed, and await their fate. Then there are those who fight, who strain, who cry out their defiance even as the blade descends

The future, my friend, is ever turned away, even when it faces us.

even if it meant pulling Oponn kicking and screaming on to this plain to face whatever lay ahead.

You don't choose what to believe. Belief chooses you.

The opportunity to die was everywhere, and it just wasn't surprising when that opportunity became an event.

luck or fate or whatever it is that decides who lives and who doesn't has not,

determinism does not imply predictability.

There are some questions, after all, that we never get answers to. Some doors remain locked forever, and that's life.

But what worse fate could there be? To remember love and know it is unattainable?

Hitler: Thank you, whoever you are. I think you just saved my life. The Doctor: Believe me... It was an accident.

We're all stories, in the end.

When you hold hands with the dead, eventually they pull you into the grave.

ou think life goes on forever? You think behind every chance there's another chance and another one and another one? It's the worse kind of extravegance the way you spend your chances, Birdee.

But surely, to ascribe certain events, clearly the outcome of deliberate human acts, to the Fates or the gods does the immortals a disservice as well—indeed, it approaches impiety. It is certainly not 'truth' in any meaningful sense. I might as well simply make it all up, as if I were writing a novel about imaginary people, set in some invented land!

History and legend conspire to convince us that there are men who rise above the common lot of humankind, who are set apart from the rest of us by birth or achievement or the favor of the gods; but no man, regardless of his pretensions to greatness, is immune from death, and the death of the so-called great is often more squalid and terrifying than the deaths of their most humble subjects.

The strands (the gods) weave out of our mortal lives are like a pattern visible only from the heavens; we here on earth can only guess at their designs

Standing at the window, reading the menu of Obediah's services, the Minotaur wishes he could believe in what she has to offer: a promise woven into deep lines of his palm, some turn of fate told by a card. But faith is a nebulous thing and charlatans a dime a dozen; it's always been that way. The Minotaur both envies and pities the devout.

No thing happens in vain, but everything for a reason and by necessity.

I know when I'm going to die. My birth certificate has an expiration date on it.