Quotes About Fate

And that was freaky to think about, how life could go from wonderful to terrible in the blink of an eye.

I didn't know there could be an almost kiss. It seems like the sort of thing that either happens or it doesn't. Oh no... There's an entire universe of near misses out there, kisses that almost were, but weren't.

The fate of the expedition depended on finding it.

The date of their escape from disaster was January 10, 1580.

Da Costa was explicit about the dire consequences that would befall the two

Nor would matters end there; their families and heirs would suffer

The stone that once held the Magellan escutcheon met with a special fate: It was covered with excrement.

God willing, I will soon be seeing you, whether by way of Portugal or Castile

Thomas Appletree, who had fired the shot, was condemned to death by hanging

and on whose skill, luck, and good judgment their lives depended.

Identity is destiny.

Joan Wernick said she took two lessons from the crash. "You're going to die when you're supposed to die.

For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!

For this is wisdom- to love and live To take what fate or the Gods may give, To ask no question, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow, To have and to hold, and, in time--let go.

For this is Wisdom; to love, to live To take what fate, or the Gods may give. To ask no questions, to make no prayer, To kiss the lips and caress the hair, Spend passion's ebb as you greet its flow To have, -to hold -and -in time, -let go!

There was a strange kind of magick bias, which good or bad names, as he called them, irresistibly impressed upon our characters and conduct…. How many Caesars and Pompeys, he would say, by mere inspiration of the names, have been rendered worthy of them?

This sad vicissitude of things.

I think there is a fatality in it—I seldom go to the place I set out for.

'Twould be as much as my life was worth.

We love, while knowing that someday our love might be lost forever. We laugh as we stride along, even while recognising that doom lies at the end of the road. We give, while comprehending that in the end 'twill all be taken away. we are nothing less then heroes.

Love was not a drink one tasted and then rejected. Love was not something that could be avoided or arranged. Love was a highwayman, standing by the road of life, just waiting to strike at the reckless and the few.

Le conditionnel passé, le temps des opportunités manquées.

Looking out over the lake, she could not know that in three months she would be at its bottom.

A million little chances to change the future. They should never have married. He should never have touched her. She should have turned around, stepped out of his office into the hallway, walked away. He sees with utter clarity: none of this was supposed to happen. A mistake.