Quotes About Fate

In Bangladesh, there's a saying that if you get killed by a snake, its destiny... But if you get killed by a tiger, its just bad luck.

It's the simple truth that mortal men cannot understand why the gods shape events as they do. Why some men and women are cut off in fullest flower, while others live to dwindle into shadows of themselves. Why virtue must sometimes be trampled and evil flourish amidst the beauty of a country garden. Why chance, sheer random chance, plays such an overwhelming role in the life lines and fate lines of men.

What we think we'll do is often not what we end up doing. It isn't always in our own control, our life.

Amazing, when you thought about it: how quickly-made decisions became the life you lived.

Some paths, some doorways, some people were not to be yours, though the slightest difference in the rippling of time might have made it so.

He could guess, analyze, play out scenarios in his mind, but he would never know. It was a night-time truth that became a queer, private sorrow for him amid all that came after. A symbol, a displacement of regret. A reminder of what it was to be mortal and so doomed to tread one road only and that one only once, until Morian called the soul away and Eanna's lights were lost. We can never truly know the path we have not walked.

What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?

I didn't ask to be made a princess." This time all three of them laugh, although it is gentle enough. "Who chooses their fate?" It is the third one, the tallest. "Who asks to be born into the times that are theirs?" "Well, who accepts the world only as it comes to them?" she says, too quickly.

We should have met in Finavir.

Whichever way the wind blows, it will rain upon the Kindath.

We like to believe, or pretend, we know what we are doing in our lives. It can be a lie. Winds blow, waves carry us, rain drenches a man caught in the open at night, lightning shatters the sky and sometimes his heart, thunder crashes into him bringing the awareness he will die.

How can we ever presume to know what will come of our choices, our paths, the lives we lead?

Change and chance are the way of the world.

You can indeed die at the margins of a story, but you are as dead as if it were your own tale ending and never told.

Think of sweet and chocolate, Left to folly or to fate, Whom the higher gods forgot, Whom the lower gods berate; Physical and underfed Fancying on the featherbed What was never and is not.

Even in terms of fiction, nothing in their lives became them like the leaving of it. King Fjolnir rose in the night to make water, fell into a vat of mead and drowned instead; Sveigdir ran after a dwarf when drunk and vanished into a boulder; Vanlandi was trampled to death by a nightmare; Domaldi was sacrificed for good seasons; Dag was struck on the head with a pitchfork when seeking revenge for his sparrow; and so on down to the fifth century.

Desire nothing, Chafe not at fate, nor at Nature's changeless laws. But struggle only with the personal, the transitory, the evanescent and the perishable.

He is trapped underground, suddenly and unexpectedly close to death, but still in control of his fate. "At that moment I put death in my head and decided I would live with it," he says later.

That's the way mining is. You always find a way to cheat fate," he says. "That's what's beautiful about being a miner: Supernatural things always happen." Now

But, regardless of gender, the writer must write about "love…love which is our fate, [a] twisted thing, tortuous, delicate, eager, insatiable, the best, and worst thing, the junction point between everything and nothing, the oxymoronic knot of all existence, love which makes cattle meat of us

Every man is his own ancestor, and every man his own heir. He devises his own future, and he inherits his own past.

I want to go ahead of Father Time with a scythe of my own.

It's important to acknowledge the role of chance in health.

Some of it is simply luck.