Quotes About Fate

Siempre he creído que el destino, amén de su afición a embestir a los inocentes por la espalda y a ser posible a calzón quitado, gustaba de anidar en las estaciones de tren en sus pausas de refresco. Allí empezaban o terminaban tragedias y romances, huidas y retornos, traiciones y ausencias. La vida, se decía, es una estación de tren en la que uno casi siempre se sube, o le suben, al vagón equivocado.

Äiti kertoi hänelle vanhasta loitsusta, se oli kalastajien legenda, jonka hän oli kuullut pikkutyttönä rannalla. Kun joku kadotti suuntansa elämässä ja tunsi kuoleman vaanivan sieluaan, legenda kertoi, että jos hän löysi puhtaan sielun joka uhrautuisi hänen puolestaan, hän voisi naamioida mustan sydämensä sillä eikä kuolema huomaisi häntä vaan kulkisi ohi.

People die, especially those who would do better to stay alive. Perhaps it's because God needs to make room for the huge amount of jerks with which he enjoys peppering the world.

Coincidences don't get questioned. That's why they are coincidences. ~ Daniel Sempere in The Labyrinth of the Spirits

No hay segundas oportunidades, excepto para el remordimiento.

There is nothing in the path of life that we don't already know before we start. Nothing is learned; it is simply remembered.

Todo navegante que se precie tiene un iceberg en su destino.

El destino siempre está a la vuelta de la esquina. Y si algún día decide usted ir a por él (porque lo que el destino no hace son visitas a domicilio), ya verá como le concederá una segunda oportunidad.

In fact I don't think of literature, or music, or any art form as having a nationality. Where you're born is simply an accident of fate. I don't see why I shouldn't be more interested in say, Dickens, than in an author from Barcelona simply because I wasn't born in the UK. I do not have an ethno-centric view of things, much less of literature. Books hold no passports. There's only one true literary tradition: the human.

Night Serpent: They are angry at God. Me: What has God done? Night Serpent: God ended all the interesting things.

Time and chance. The twin offspring of destiny. That wondrous branching of our fates.

Time. And chance. Those twin offspring of destiny. That wondrous branching of our fates.

Priam and Achilles meet in the very twilight of their lives. Their extinction is certain and there will be no reward for behaving well, and yet, in the face of implacable fate and an indifferent universe, they mutually assert the highest ideals of their humanity.

The stars in their courses, never all that concerned with the welfare of the human race, tonight looked especially indifferent.

beaten up, raped, murdered, arsonised—if there was such a word—yet the confidence of the human race that they, their loved ones and acquaintances had personally been granted divine immunity was uncrackable.

Y sólo es elegido quien lo desea, habiendo escuchado la vida que le espera allí en la tierra, lo bueno y lo malo, sin ninguna sombra de duda.

It's been said that people come into your path for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I'm hoping you are in my path for all three.

You don't meet people by accident. There's always a reason—a lesson or a blessing!

Here's to catching a bouquet. If we hadn't grabbed it at the same time, we might have never met. And that would have been a tragedy.

We live and we die by the choices we make.

No, it an't a good way to live. It's a good way to die, in fact.

To me it is the irony of fate," she said. "The way they come here. Those moths could fly anywhere. Yet they keep hanging around the windows of this house.

Frankie watched the soft moths tremble and press against the window screen. The moths came every evening when the lamp on her desk was lighted. They came from out of the August night and fluttered and clung against the screen. To me it is the irony of fate, she said The way they come here. Those moths could fly anywhere. Yet they keep hanging around the windows of his house.

I think I have a vague idea what you were driving at, she said. We all of us somehow caught. We born this way and we don't know why. But we caught anyhow. I born Berenice. You born Frankie. John Henry born John Henry. And maybe we wants to widen and bust free. But no matter what we do we still caught. Me is me and you is you and he is he. We each one of us somehow caught all by ourself. Is that what you was trying to say?