Quotes About Fate

The archetypal image decides the fate of man.

It often seems as if there were an impersonal karma within a family, which is passed on from parents to children. It has always seemed to me that I had to answer questions which fate had posed to my forefathers, and which had not yet been answered, or as if I had to complete, or perhaps continue, things which previous ages had left unfinished.

All human actions are equivalent... and all are on principle doomed to failure.

God's love is unspeakable, implacable, its gaze matter-of-fact. But human love is something else: We love in excess of God's love if we love at all. We love by heaping meaning on objective fact. If I believed in God, I might imagine this is what He created humans for, to give things more tenderness than He granted them, amid nature's unblinking harshness and the cruelty of fate...

Per questo le aveva regalato quella moneta: come una specie di portafortuna per tutti e due. Gliel'aveva regalata - riflette Mr. Silvera mentre il campanile suona l'una e mezzo - come una di quelle monete che si gettano nelle fontane di lontani paesi, di lontane città, con la speranza di tornare. Ma l'aveva anche avvertita che era falsa.

A fresh breeze was blowing from Dalmatia, making tiny whitecaps on the smooth surface of the waves. Vague notions floated through my head: the life of this sea was like man's fate, cast for all eternity in a series of equal waves, moving through time without change. I thought with affectionate sorrow of the motionless time and the dark civilization which I had left behind me.

Harsh fate, but its burden becomes lighter to bear, since everything that attempts to turn back is impossible. (I, 24)

The nature of time is perhaps the greatest remaining mystery. Curious threads connect it to those other great open mysteries: the nature of mind, the origin of the universe, the fate of black holes, the very functioning of life on Earth. Something essential continues to draw us back to the nature of time.

If more gently than Orpheus who moved even the trees you were to pluck the zither the life-blood would not return to the vain shadow . . . Harsh fate, but its burden becomes lighter to bear, since everything that attempts to turn back is impossible. (I, 24) WHERE DOES THE ETERNAL CURRENT COME FROM?

João amava Teresa que amava Raimundo que amava Maria que amava Joaquim que amava Lili que não amava ninguém. João foi para os Estados Unidos, Teresa para o convento, Raimundo morreu de desastre, Maria ficou para tia, Joaquim suicidou-se e Lili casou com J. Pinto Fernandes que não tinha entrado na história.

Os livros mudam o destino das pessoas

Destiny is usually just around the corner. Like a thief, a hooker, or a lottery vendor: its three most common personifications. But what destiny does not do is home visits. You have to go for it.

Sometimes we think people are like lottery tickets, that they're there to make our most absurd dreams come true.

No fate is worse than oblivion; it is the completest form of death that can befall a queen.

Nothing lasts for those who are born to die, Both fortune and misfortune hurry by.

It was going to be one of those days that in appearance are like all the rest, inoffensive like the rest, but one on which a very faint stroke suddenly changes the course of our life and moves it into a new period.

Pensé que cualquier alegría de mi vida tenía que compensarla algo desagradable. Que quizás esto era una ley fatal.

I always knew I'd be a sailor. In my cradle, playing with my toes, I knew it. What else could there have been? The sailors had made my blood move before I was born, I now believe. As my mother stood one night upon the shit-smelling Bermondsey shore with me in her belly, the sailors had sung out there across the great river, and their siren song had come to the shell-pink enormity that was my listening ear newly formed in the amniotic fluid. Or so I believe.

I am moving the rudder, shifting the course of my life. I have not thought of it this way before, but that is what I am doing. Taking my fate into my own hands, turning dreams into reality. And there is nothing more sacred or precious than that. To choose a direction: but how often do we miss the signposts?

Who knows from the outside where death grows?

Which of us can say what the gods hold wicked?

Caught between fear and doubt, we contend with Fate and resist it, fearing that without renewed effort, or a change of course to find an easier way, we will be stuck in the losing position.

The path of self-development presents us with necessary periods of isolation from others. Later the isolation ends and we are put to use by the Cosmos. Thus, life seems to be an anvil, Fate a hammer for shaping our spiritual awareness.

I know one thing -- I don't understand it. Will Adam's survival, or Morris's, depend on something little like that? Like a toss of a coin? It makes me feel like everything must be terribly important, even the toss of a coin, or nothing is important, and we may as well not care about anything.