Quotes About Fate

Something must and will happen to throw a hero in her way.

We cannot prove the contrary, to be sure—but I wish you a better fate Miss Price, than to be the wife of a man whose amiableness depends upon his own sermons; for though he may preach himself into a good humour every Sunday, it will be bad enough to have him quarrelling about green geese from Monday morning till Saturday night.

If, however, I am allowed to think that you and yours feel an interest in my fate and actions, it may be the means—it may put me on my guard—at least, it may be something to live for.

We [women] certainly do not forget you [men] as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit. We cannot help ourselves. We live at home, quiet, confined, and our feelings prey upon us. You are forced on exertion. You have always a profession, pursuits, business of some sort or other, to take you back into the world immediately, and continual occupation and change soon weaken impressions.

Quería saber de él cuando ya no había la más mínima oportunidad de tener noticias suyas. Estaba convencida de que habría podido ser feliz con él, cuando era probable que no se volvieran a ver.

Bila je uvjerena da bi mogla biti sretna s njim sad kad više nije bilo vjerojatno da ?e se ikada sresti.

If not in our dispositions,' she presently added, with a look of true sensibility, 'there is a likeness in our destiny; the destiny which bids fair to connect us with two characters so much superior to our own.

One's happiness must in some measure be always at the mercy of chance.

We certainly do not forget you as soon as you forget us. It is, perhaps, our fate rather than our merit.

and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Mr. Collins in time.

When it's right, it's right.

She would talk to him in the car, ask him something, then turn on the radio and find her question answered by the lyrics of a song; pick up a book and turn to a random page, to find the words that were exactly what she needed to hear. There is no such thing as coincidence, she would think, blowing a kiss of thanks to the heavens.

Absolutely,' I say. 'I do believe in fate, but I also believe that we control our destinies, and I'm not sure which I believe in more. I think that mostly I believe that life is a bit like a tree, and that there are several branches we could take. I think that's where the controlling our own destiny bit comes in. If we choose a certain branch then our life will go one way, and fate will throw things at us from then on.

But fairy tales can come true, and just like Jemima Jones, or Mrs. Ben Williams as she's known outside of the glossy magazine where she now works, if we trust in ourselves, embrace our faults, and brazen it out with courage, strength, bravery, and truth, fate may just smile upon us too.

No person dies without a reason.2 You are not taught that, however, so people do not recognize their own reasons for dying, and they are not taught to recognize their own reasons for living — because you are told that life itself is an accident in a cosmic game of chance.

I always think that things have to happen the way they do happen, that there are so many inner and outer forces joining at every event that it becomes a kind of fate. I learned from studying Buddhism that there's beauty, and certainly a lot of peace, in accepting that." I sniffed. A smile twinkled sheepishly across his face. "Okay, okay," he said, "how about this? If you worry about it, you draw it to you.

But now I feel that there was some aspect of fatedness about it. If I was going to do what, perhaps, I am meant to do, what I must do, there were things I had to learn.

Once we have accepted the story, we cannot escape the story's fate.

But in my experience, the virtuous are usually the first to die.

I mean Earth. One minute you think you know where you're going, and then in a second it could all change. You don't even have to make a bad decision. You could be doing everything right, and the bad thing happens. It's like we're one of them videogames. Someone pushes a button, and BANG you're dead. It's gotta make you wonder what's next.

The story of her life. God gave you everything just to take it away. Just so you knew exactly what you were missing.

Death like a lover, caressing him, promising him peace, running its fingers through his hair, its tongue in his ear. She put her own two fingers in her mouth. Im so sorry. And pulled the trigger

Lovers who kill each other will blame it on the wind.

Maybe that was the only real truth about the world, that there was no answer, that wisdom and experience were no better than a flat-out roll of the dice.