Quotes About Fate

Achilles' story never ends: wherever men fight and die, you'll find Achilles.

No likely end would bring them loss or leave them happier than before.

Zijn dood is door de goden bepaald. Nu wijst het hem elke ochtend alleen maar op de kostbaarheid van het leven dat hem binnenkort zal worden afgenomen.

People believed that whenever Helen cut a thread in her wool, a man died on the battlefield.

Many of the girls were crying again; I wondered how many of them had been promised in marriage to young men whose bodies now lay rotting inside the walls of Troy.

I was born in the age of alas.

I WOULD NOT HAVE RETURNED TO this year of 1966 if I had not experienced one of those life-changing encounters on the road that rise up periodically to let us know that fate remains inexorable in its utter strangeness and its capacity for astonishment. At

Death lives in each one of us and begins its countdown on our birthdays and makes its rough entrance at the last hour and the perfect time.

when you leave it to chance, then all of a sudden you don't have any more luck.

The moon grew full, then slowly pared itself down until it shriveled into a ghostly boat riding above the roiling dark. Then it fell out of the sky. They climbed into it, left land behind, and floated out to sea.

She [Kane] and Axis performed the ancient ritual of flinging their toys at one another's heads, and in that moment recognized a common destiny. They became inseparable.

You can weave your life so long—only so long, and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.

You have a name and a destiny. I can only believe that sooner or later you will stumble across some hope.

You can weave your life so long—only so long," Coren says to Sybel, "and then a thing in the world out of your control will tug at one vital thread and leave you patternless and subdued.

What could be duller than past history!' Therese said, smiling. 'Maybe futures that won't have any history.

It had all happened in that instant she had seen Carol standing in the middle of the floor, watching her. Then the realization that so much had happened after that meeting made her feel incredibly lucky suddenly. It was so easy for a man and woman to find each other, to find someone who would do, but for her to have found Carol-

I'd had a little feeling of destiny. Because, you see, what I mean about affinities is true from friendships down to even the accidental glance at someone on the street-there's always a definite reason somewhere. I think even the poets would agree with me.

Something always turned up. That was Tom's philosophy.

But even that question wasn't definite enough. Perhaps it was a statement after all: I don't want to die yet without knowing you.

Our actions and responsibilities are our own; what later returns to either haunt or applaud us is neither possible to predict nor always completely understandable.

She wished the tunnel might cave in and kill them both, that their bodies might be dragged out together.

Did the world always mete out just deserts?

It was a kind of arrogance, perhaps, to believe so in one's destiny. But, on the other hand, who could be more genuinely humble than one who felt compelled to obey the laws of his own fate?

Por acaso a vida distribuía apenas os quinhões merecidos?