Quotes About Fate

Ka knew very well that life was a meaningless string of random incidents

Despite the loss they were suffering, they'd both relaxed - as people do when they realize they've run out of chances for happiness

It was the happiest moment of my life, though I didn't know it. Had I known, had I cherished this gift, would everything have turned out differently?

A person could wish for one thing and speak of another, and their fate, their kismet, was the thing that could bring the two together.

I was supposed to be part of a story, but I fell from there like a leaf in autumn.

Conrad,Nabokov, Naipaul - these are writers known for having managed to migrate between languages, cultures, countries, continents, even civilizations. Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination however, requires that I stay in the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

I read somewhere that luck is not blind, just illiterate. Luck, I mused, is a palliative for those who don't know probability and statistics.

Nedir zaman? Bir kaza! Nedir hayat? Bir zaman! Nedir kaza? Bir hayat, yeni bir hayat!

Many men believe that no life is determined in advance, that all stories are essentially a chain of coincidences. And yet, even those who believe this come to the conclusion, when they look back, that events they once took for chance were really inevitable.

Pour elle, aimer, c'était prendre tous les risques et donner notre vie pour quelqu'un, oui, l'amour était une chose de cet ordre. Mais dans la vie, cela ne se produisait qu'une seule fois.

God loves some people more. Those people end up rich. He loves some people a little less, and those people stay poor. You take a pin and scratch off one of these colored circles, and underneath you'll find your gift and your fortune.

Tahta oturaca?? bir ÅŸehzadeye yirmi dokuz ya??na kadar budala ve mutlu bir çocuk hayat? sürdürtebilen bir imparatorluk, tabii ki y?k?lmaya da??lmaya, yok olmaya mahkumdur.

As famílias em que nascemos, os países e as cidades a que a loteria da vida nos destina - devemos supostamente amá-los, e no fim das contas de fato os amamos do fundo do coração, mas será que não merecíamos melhor sorte?

Their imaginations were fed by exile, a nourishment drawn not through roots but through rootlessness. My imagination, however, requires that I stay in the same city, on the same street, in the same house, gazing at the same view. Istanbul's fate is my fate. I am attached to this city because it has made me who I am.

the hüzün the boy has carried with him since birth will lead the story into melodrama.

This book is concerned with fate.

Mevlut used to toil on foot through mud and rain, up and down these very same streets, and now here they were slipping right through with ease. Life, too, slipped by in much the same way, speeding up as it ran along the tracks laid out by time and fortune.

You cannot look into a cradle and read the secret message traced by a divine hand and wrapped up in that bit of clay, and more than you can see the North Star in the magnetic needle. God has loaded the needle of that young life so it will point to the star which presides over poetry, art, law, medicine, or whatever your own pet calling is, until you have wasted years precious life, yet, when once free, the needle flies back to its own star.

Columbus was carried back to Spain in chains, and a pickle dealer of Seville, who never rose above the position of mate of a schooner, gave his name to the world Columbus had discovered.

I rave no more 'gainst Time or Fate, For lo, my own shall come to me. Asleep, awake, by night or day, The friends I seek are seeking me. What matter if I stand alone? I wait with joy the coming years; My heart shall reap where it hath sown, What is mine shall know my face. Nor time, nor space, nor deep, nor high Can keep my own away from me.

Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labor and to wait. —Longfellow.

We need a Napoleon. An Alexander. Except that Napoleon lost in the end, and Alexander flamed out and died young. We need a Julius Caesar, except that he made himself a dictator, and died for it.

When you have a good romance, find ways to make their lives miserable and hellish...Do you think 'Titanic' would have been so popular if they had both lived? Not a prayer.

We were all fated to die, and so it is good that at least we can be sure our deaths today might bring about a good end, might make the world a better place.