Quotes About Fate

Life is a suicide mission.

Come in, Bean. Come in Julian Delphiki, longed-for child of good and loving parents. Come in, kidnapped child, hostage of fate. Come and talk to the Fates, who are playing such clever little games with your life.

Nobody has control of anything. We're all beggars at the throne of fate. But sometimes he has mercy!

Who was more cursed, the one who died, unknowing until the very moment of his death, or the one who watched his destruction as it approached, step by step, for days and weeks and years?

To have Achilles's gratitude was clearly a terminal disease.

Zwyczajne dziecko zgin??oby dzisiaj. Tego wymaga?y prawa natury. Ale kto? albo co? chroni?o ch?opca i prawo natury zosta?o z?amane.

Heck, everything we decide will be wrong, said Step, because no matter what we do, something bad will happen later. So I refuse to regret any of it.

Ahora lo que ansiaba era la muerte, no porque no amara la vida, sino porque la muerte era inevitable, y lo que nadie puede impedir debe aceptarse. Ése

Nobody has control of anything," said Petra. "We're all beggars at the throne of fate. But sometimes he has mercy!

And it might also be that God had nothing to do with it, that it was just the moment that it would have happened anyway, whether she prayed or not.

Our lives are just our genes and our upbringing. We simply act out the script that was forced upon us.

Nothing that actually happens is likely until it exists, and then it's certain. You exist.

If you want a happy ending, it just depends on where you close the book!

The world is a stage and the play is badly cast.

Its a beautiful woman's fate to be the subject of conversation where ever she goes

The gods are strange. It is not our vices only they make instruments to scourge us. They bring us to ruin through what in us is good, gentle, humane, loving.

Every woman becomes their mother. That's their tragedy. And no man becomes his. That's his tragedy.

As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

So with curious eyes and sick surmise We watched him day by day, And wondered if each one of us Would end the self-same way, For none can tell to what red Hell His sightless soul may stray.

Each man lived his own life and paid his own price for living it. The only pity was one had to pay so often for a single fault. One had to pay over and over again, indeed. In her dealings with man, Destiny never closed her accounts.

There is a fatality about good resolutions – that they are always made too late

There is a fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fellows. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent, and without disquiet.

Someone or other was going to get torn asunder. And yet why shouldn't they fall in love, if even just for a short while.

Kivrin reached out for Dunworthy's hand and clasped it tightly in her own. I knew you'd come, she said, and the net opened.