Quotes About Fate

Achilles, without his heel, you wouldn't even know his name today.

Time is endless and ours. Love and Death are only the games we play in it.

The ragman is fate, but you bring him to pass. There's never a rag, but you make it, alas!

There is a certain destiny of everything, regulated by the foreknowledge and providence of God in His works.

Nothing is necessitated whose opposite is possible.

So thoughtlessly we sling on our destinies.

The more serious poetry of the race has a philosophical structure of thought. It contains beliefs and conceptions in regard to the nature of man and the universe, God and the soul, fate and providence, suffering, evil and destiny. Great poetry always has, like the higher religion, a metaphysical content. It deals with the same august issues, experiences and conceptions as metaphysics or first philosophy.

Sometimes, he thought, a man couldn't do better than to wind up where he started.

People don't always get what they deserve in this world.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.

Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and then there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women.

People don't always get what they deserve in this world.

For Beatrice--My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

One of the most troublesome things in life is that what you do or do not want has very little to do with what does or does not happen.

Death is something you cannot escape, such as death, or a cheesecake that has curdled, both of which always turn up sooner later.

For Beatrice, when we met, my life began. Soon afterwards, yours ended.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly Until death swooped down like a bat As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: 'That's the end of that

It is my fate that some of my questions will never be answered.

Some people think destiny is something you cannot escape, such as death or a curdled cheesecake, both of which always turn up sooner or later.

Everybody will die, of course, sooner or later. Circus performers will die, and clarinet experts will die, and you and I will die, and there might be a person who lives on your block, right now, who is not looking both ways before he crosses the street and who will die in just in a few seconds, all because of a bus. Everybody will die, but very few people want to be reminded of that fact.

Accidents happen all the time.

I myself fell in love with a wonderful women who was so charming and intelligent that I trusted that she would be my bride, but there was no way of knowing for sure, and all too soon circumstances changed and she ended up marrying someone else, all because of something she read in The Daily Punctilio.

Some of the bravest and most resourceful people in the world have come to bad ends