Quotes About Fate

We all signed up for a one-way ticket when we joined GhostWalkers. It's just my turn.

He'd searched the world over for his lifemate, the woman holding the other half of his soul, the light to his darkness. She didn't exist. It was that simple. She didn't exist.

Are you certain she's the one? Emme whispered. Do you just know it, Vittorio? In your soul, where you live, do you just know?

I was born to be with you, Kate. You're supposed to be some kind of a magical woman, filled with the second sight, yet you don't see what's right in front of you. Why is that?

The gate will swing open in welcome for the man who is destined to become the love of the eldest child's life.

A lifemate. After all these centuries, after never believing. Why in the world would he be chosen for such a thing? Out of all the Carpathian males he knew, men who religiously followed the rules, why would he find a lifemate? He was practically an outlaw.

What had he done to try to save himself? Nothing. He'd done nothing. He'd let fate decide, closing his eyes and giving himself up to the judgment of the universe.

How old do you think I am, Alexandria? Aidan asked softly. I have lived over eight hundred years now. You are irrevocably bound to me. Is it such a terrible fate? For a moment there was silence. Then she was smiling at him. Ask me again in a hundred years. I'll tell you then.

Life certainly changes, doesn't it? she asked her birth father. One moment you feel there is no hope, no way out, and the next, the entire world opens up for you. Razvan reached for Ivory's hand. That is the truth, Skyler.

I have come to believe that fate hands us our destiny. Maybe I needed to endure the things in my life to be worthy of traveling by your side. Maybe you needed to endure your life in order to fulfill a great destiny. What we did shaped us and honed us into what we are now.

Do you believe there is hope for their race?" The priest made the sign of the cross on her forehead, on the insides of each of her wrists. "You are their hope, Raven. Don't you know that?

He heart beating too fast. He had always known he had no chance at finding a woman of his own, one who might be able to love him, to live with him, and in the blink of an eye that had turned around. Just as fast, she was being taken from him.

You never hear the bomb that's got your name on it.

Three deaths—by snakebite, by explosion, by razor. What next? Death by hot air balloon? Cannon? Trident?

Beware what you wish for, unless you have the grace to hope that your luck can be shared.

There but for the grace of God,' said John Bradford in the sixteenth century, on seeing wretches led to execution, 'go I.' What this apparently compassionate observation really means--not that it really 'means' anything--is, 'There by the grace of God goes someone else.

So far, I have decided to take whatever my disease can throw at me, and to stay combative even while taking the measure of my inevitable decline. I repeat, this is no more than what a healthy person has to do in slower motion. It is our common fate. In either case, though, one can dispense with facile maxims that don't live up to their apparent billing.

History is more of a tragedy than it is a morality tale.

Also, ordinary expressions like "expiration date" … will I outlive my Amex?

To the dumb question Why me? the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: why not?

Death has this much to be said for it: You don't have to get out of bed for it. Wherever you happen to be They bring it to you—free.—Kingsley Amis

To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: Why not? The

With an unctuous smile they offer a redemption that is not theirs to bestow and, when questioned, put on the menacing scowl that says, "Oh, so you reject our offer of paradise? Well, in that case we have quite another fate in store for you." Such love! Such care!

I know what's coming you see. I know no one beats these odds and I know it's a matter of getting used to that and realizing that you are expelled from your mother's uterus as if shot from a cannon towards a barn door studded with old nail files and rusty hooks. It's a matter of how you use up the intervening time in an intelligent and ironic way; and try not to do anything ghastly to your fellow creatures.