Quotes About Fate

The bullet is already in the brain; it won't be outrun forever, or charmed to a halt. In the end it will do its work and leave the troubled skull behind, dragging its comet's tail of memory and hope and talent and love into the marble hall of commerce. That can't be helped. But for now Anders can still make time

Of all human lamentations, without doubt, the most common is if only I had known. But we can't know, and so days of death and fire so often begin no differently than those of love and warmth.

Morituri Non Cognant (Those Who are About to Die, Just Don't know)

Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make proud

Those whom the gods would destroy, they first make proud, Foley thought.

Life's a bitch, and then you die.

question that remained now was whether he would be alive to perform the day's final salaat. That was in Allah's

The past happened because a hundred little random things had to fall exactly into place in exactly the right way, in exactly the proper sequence, and while it was easy to accept the good results, one could only rage at the bad ones.

And then I realized it was what the Arabs call inshallah: "It is not mine to do; it's mine to do the best I can; it's going to happen according to God's

God's will.

No man controlled his fate, a knowledge that came late in life. You just tried to muddle along from one point to another, making as few mistakes as possible.

Luck isn't a wheelbarrow, Maurice; it works better if you don't push it. Stay

For some reason or other, Loge had a horrible feeling that by We, Wotan meant him.

humanity generally gets the Gods it deserves.

Strange, how seldom a person knows which days of his life are tragic and which are happy

Plans are one thing and fate another. When they coincide, success results. Yet success mustn't be considered the absolute. It is questionable, for that matter, whether success is an adequate resposne to life. Success can eliminate as many options as failure.

Plato did claim that the unexamined life was not worth living. Oedipus Rex was not so sure.

Gods and men create one another, destroy one another, though by different means.

Is that man's fate: to spend his closest hours to truth longing for a lie?

He worked too hard, smiled too little and dined as one indifferent to both flavor and fate; he clearly was a hero in need of rescue by a princess.

Every daydream that involves the past sports in its hatband a ticket to the grave.

We, each of us, have a ticket to ride, and if the trip be interesting (if it's dull, we have only ourselves to blame), then we relish the landscape (how quickly it whizzes by!), interact with our fellow travelers, pay frequent visits to the washrooms and concession stands, and hardly ever hold up the ticket to the light where we can read its plainly stated destination: The Abyss.

If you lack the iron and the fizz to take control of your own life, if you insist on leaving your fate to the gods, then the gods will repay your weakness by having a grin or two at your expense.

If you lack the iron and the fizz to take control of your own life, if you insist on leaving your fate to the gods, then the gods will repay your weakness by having a grin or two at your expense. Should you fail to pilot your own ship, don't be surprised at what inappropriate port you find yourself docked.