Quotes About Fate

What a queer gamble our existence is. We decide to do A instead of B and then the two roads diverge utterly and may lead in the end to heaven and to hell. Only later one sees how much and how awfully the fates differ. Yet what were the reasons for the choice? They may have been forgotten. Did one know what one was choosing? Certainly not.

But it was just luck really if the girls survived. You're like a man firing a machine gun into a supermarket who happens not to become a murderer.

Sometimes one feels suddenly doomed by fate.

She thought sadly, gaiety and laughter are not in my destiny.

I did love her in a way, but it was under the sign of doom.

Oh what an ill fate it was that has made me love that man.

Perhaps one could not live with such knowledge. One might die for it, or of it.

I've not often been happy or thought it was in my stars.

I've never had any luck, Brad. I don't even hope for any any more.

How soon we cover up the horror of death and loss, if we can, with almost any sort of explanation, as if we had to justify the very fate which had maimed us.

Oh, all right, perhaps it wasn't all your fault, I was just doomed from the start.

You just seem to have folded up the future. It is folded up.

I don't like you, I love you. You're a portent for me, a sign. I've always lived by signs.

Perhaps he has realised now that he's trapped here and has to suffer with us and become mortal and die.

He felt, in a way so familiar as to be almost dreary, the chosen victim of the gods, the self-admitted traitor, the one destined for judgment.

All this had happened before, perhaps a million times, and because of this was doomed. There was no ordinary future any more, only this ecstatic tormented terrified present. The future had passed through the present like a sword. We were already, even eye to eye and lip to lip, deep in the horrors to come.

I just don't know what's going to happen. All I know is that whatever it is it's got to happen. Next week.

He had to go there because of Patrick; and because it was fated. Yes, that gave him courage, to feel that he had not sought it, it had come upon him, and however fruitless or disastrous that journey might be, he had to undertake it, because it was his fate.

Do you really believe that? That it's wicked to love destiny? Yes. What happens is usually what oughtn't to happen. Why love it?

In a way it does not matter where I am. In another way where I am is fated.

How can I even think of such a fate . . . Better to commit murder.

If the fates were arranging things, it was better to leave it entirely to them.

Suddenly, as if by the fiat of a wicked fairy, he had been utterly dispossessed.

If at that moment Clement had caught sight of the dog and had managed to capture him, the fates of a number of people in this story would have been entirely different. Such is the vast play of chance in human lives.