Quotes About Fate

we are merely actors in a play written by someone else—more

a good man will welcome "every experience the looms of fate may weave for him."3

remember that all we have is "on loan" from Fortune, which can reclaim it without our permission—indeed, without even advance notice.

take a fatalistic attitude toward their life and refuse to spend their final years wishing, pointlessly, that it could have been different than it was.

No course was open to me save to leap, with eyes self-bound, into the yawning abyss of the future.

Every Night and every Morn Some to Misery are born. Every Morn and every Night Some are born to Sweet Delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

In his stay with the cultured old epicure, Casanova had learnt two Latin saws, which were to be for the rest of his life his gospel and his policy: Fata viam inveniunt. Volentem ducit, nolentem trahit. As we may say : Fate finds the way, and Life leads its lover, betrays its rebel.

Well, that's the point, isn't it? We are all sorry for what is inevitable. Piece by piece it is taken away from us. We appear to bargain, but it all comes to the same thing in the end. Death and condolences.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God the herdsman treads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

We can only begin to live when we conceive life as Tragedy.

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

Come near, that no more blinded by man's fate, I find under the boughs of love and hate, In all poor foolish things that live a day, Eternal beauty wandering on her way.

When I think of life as struggle with the Daimon who would ever set us to the hardest work among those not impossible, I understand why there is a deep enmity between a man and his destiny, and why a man loves nothing but his destiny.

Sad was the Hour, and luckless was the Day. - Eclogue the Second: Hassan; or the Camel-driver

No man of woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

But Khair did not need such proof of her husband's love for her. Over and over again, James had risked everything for her. Most reationshps in life can survive - or not - without being put to any real crucial, fundamental test. It was James's fate for his love to be tested not once, but four times...At each stage he could easily have washed his hands off his teenage lover. Each time he chose to remain true to her. That, not the words of any will, was the evidence she could cling to.

For the arrow of fate cannot be parried by the shield of effort once God's decree has already passed another way.

But the ifs of history: if Cleopatra's nose had been one inch longer,' he said, 'would Antony have lost the battle of Actium?

the history of any family is a history of death and misfortune.

S]ometimes in life you go through doors that only open one way. You can stand before them and think about whether you want to go through them or not. But when you do and the door closes behind you there is no way to go back. The door is featureless and unknobbed and smooth as a sheet of glass. You can pound on it and claw till your fingers are bleeding, scream until your throat is raw, but no one will open the door, no one will even hear you.

We are so curiously made that one atom put in the wrong place in our original structure will often make us unhappy for life.

Why did she thus obstinately cling to an ill-starred, unhappy person?

Westley: This is true love — you think this happens every day?

A drunkard in the gutter is just where he ought to be, according to the fitness and tendency of things. Nature has set upon him the process of decline and dissolution by which she removes things which have survived their usefulness.