Quotes About Fate

Who says you only get one? If you're lucky, you will meet The One, The Two, The Three.....and so on. Nesta

In the beginning, one soul split into two creating soul mates. And ever the two shall wander seeking each other. -Unknown

is that we don't always get what we deserve but we have to learn to live with what we get.

What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.

As he passed me my mittens, he took my hand between his own. "What an odd course fate charts for us, does it not? Bereavement is the unwelcome current that forced you to an unintended harbor. But here, perhaps, the vessel lies that will carry you onward to the place where you were always meant to go.

young as they were, skinny, sometimes shoeless rural boys, most from farms too poor to afford slaves. It had seemed to him an evil fate, a geographical accident, that had forced them to take up arms in what was, to him, a war to secure the rich man's wealth.

Being irretrievably damned had its advantages:

Ik voel me vandaag beroerd. Maar laat ons om ons heen zien. Sommige mensen worden reeds bij het begin van hun leven zwaar gestraft: zij worden als vrouw geboren.

Het graf gaapt, de tijd zoemt en nergens is redding.

Too much luck is bad luck

Me pareció entonces que las palabras que oía, cuanto más resonaban de inextricables cadencias indígenas, más removían en las profundidades un antiguo y familiar presagio: era necesario morir, en la historia de cada cual había una traición,

Non si conosce mai chi si vuole, ma chi si deve o chi capita, secondo che una mano sleale ci rimescoli, accozzi e sparigli, disponendo o cassando a suo grado gli appuntamenti sui canovacci dei suoi millenni.

Certo oscilla fra contrattempi e incastri senza numero il gioc'a tombola della nostra vita. Non si conosce mai chi si vuole, ma chi si deve o chi capita, secondo che una mano sleale ci rimescoli, accozzi e sparigli, disponendo o cassando a suo grado gli appuntamenti sui canovacci dei suoi millenni.

Man is a free agent; but he is not free if he does not believe it, for the more power he attributes to Destiny, the more he deprives himself of the power which God granted him when he gave him reason.

Happiness is gained by complying with the duties of whatever condition of life one is in, and you must constrain yourself to rise to that exalted station in which destiny has placed you.

Rest forever, tired heart. The final illusion has perished. The one we believed eternal is gone. Just like that. Out the door desire follows hope. Rest forever. Enough throbbing. Nothing deserves your attention nor is the earth worth a sigh. Bitterness and boredom is life, nothing else ever, and the world is mud. Quiet now. Despair for the last time. Fate gives us dying as a gift. Now turn from the hills, the ugly hidden power which rules for the common evil and the infinite vanity of it all.

To that creature, being born, Its birthday is a day to mourn

For if life, once empty of attachments and sweet illusions, is a starless winter night, still it's enough for me of mortal fate and comfort and revenge that I can lie here lazy, lifeless on the grass, watching the sea and earth and sky, and smile.

Men are wretched by necessity, and determined to believe themselves wretched by accident.

Fate gave birth at one and the same time to two siblings, Love and Death.

Che pensieri soavi, che speranze, che cori, o Silvia mia! Quale allor ci apparia la vita umana e il fato! Quando sovviemmi di cotanta speme, un affetto mi preme acerbo e sconsolato, e tornami a doler di mia sventura. O natura, o natura, perché non rendi poi quel che prometti allor? perché di tanto inganni i figli tuoi?

Man is born by labor, [40] and birth itself means risking death.

Incaute voci Spande il tuo labbro : i destinati eventi Move arcano consiglio. Arcano è tutto, Fuor che il nostro dolor. Voix inutiles Verse ta lèvre : c'est un secret vouloir Qui meut les destinées. Tout est secret Hormis notre douleur. (Ultimo canto di Saffo, Dernier chant de Sappho)

Les hommes, qui sont malheureux par essence, veulent croire qu'ils le sont par accident.