Quotes About Fate

Finally, a human man saw me as intensely valuable. Just my luck he was happily married and thought I was a freak.

like the fox I run with the hunted and if I'm not the happiest man on earth I'm surely the luckiest man alive.

It's over, and can't be helped, and that's one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, when they cut the wrong man's head off.

Cut is the branch that might have grown full straight, And burned is Apollo's laurel bough, That sometime grew within this learned man. Faustus is gone.

Men, who achieve much, die as do those who achieve nothing.

Truly God was good, to make man so blind.

You'd be surprised how fast things happen when the right man comes along.

Isn't it odd how the little things can change a man's entire life?

Each man has a breaking point, no matter how strong his spirit. Somewhere, deep inside him, there is a flaw that only the fickle cruelty of fate can find.

You cannot avoid mortality. But you can choose your way of meeting it. And that is the most that any man can hope for.

There's no man on this earth can even be assured he'll have a next day.

The chamber where the good man meets his fate Is privileg'd beyond the common walk Of virtuous life, quite in the verge of heaven.

Take a good rest, small bird," he said. "Then go in and take your chance like any man or bird or fish.

Circumstances rule men and not men rule circumstances.

Account no man happy till he dies.

Nothing happens to man without the permission of God.

I should have been, I don't know, a con-man, a robber or a prostitute. But it was vanity that made me choose painting, vanity and chance.

It is the lot of man but once to die.

The happiness and unhappiness of men depends as much on their ethics as on fortune.

The esteem of good men is the reward of our worth, but the reputation of the world in general is the gift of our fate.

Men's happiness and misery depends altogether as much upon their own humor as it does upon fortune.

I know my fate. One day my name will be tied to the memory of something monstrous - a crisis without equal on earth.... I am no man, I am dynamite!

What else is chance but the rude stone which receives its life from the sculptor's hand? Providence gives us chance, and man must mould it to his own designs.

To die, to be really dead, that must be glorious. There are far worse things awaiting man than death.