Quotes About Fate

At sixty, I worshiped her with the volcanic ardour of eighteen. All the gold of my rich nature was poured hopelessly at her feet. My wife – poor angel! – my wife, who adores me, got nothing but the shillings and the pennies. Such is the Work, such Man, such Love. What are we (I ask) but puppets in a show-box? Oh, omnipotent Destiny, pull our strings gently! Dance us mercifully off our miserable little stage!

This is a miserable world, says the Sergeant. Human life, Mr. Betteredge, is a sort of target --misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.

What are we (I ask) but puppets in a show-box? Oh, omnipotent Destiny, pull our strings gently! Dance us mercifully off our moserable little stage!

The only hope I have left for you hangs on a great doubt - the doubt whether we are, or are not, the masters of our own destinies. It may be that mortal free-will can conquer mortal fate; and that going, as we all do, inevitably to death, we go inevitably to nothing that is before death.

were we two following our widely parted roads towards one point in the mysterious future, at which we were to meet once more?

Così è il Mondo, così sono gli Uomini, così è l'Amore. Cos'altro siamo se non fantocci in un teatrino da fiera? Oh, Destino onnipotente tira con gentilezza i nostri fili! Abbi pietà di noi, e dalla nostra scena angusta concedici di uscire a passo di danza.

Human life, Mr. Betteredge, is a sort of target—misfortune is always firing at it, and always hitting the mark.

Destiny has got the rope round my neck – and I feel it.

Bir zamanlar bizi birbirimize baÄŸlayan o baÄŸ tamam?yla koptu mu? Sanki birbirimizi hiç tan?mam???z ve sevmemiÅŸiz gibi onun yazg?s?n?, iyisiyle kötüsüyle, hiçbir ÅŸekilde paylaÅŸamayacak m?y?m art?k ben?

Look where we may, the dark threads and the light cross each other perpetually in the texture of human life.

What right had I to decide, in my poor mortal ignorance of the future, that this man, too, must escape with impunity because he escaped ME?

When Zeno, who did not believe in slavery, was beating his slave for some offense, the slave pleaded, in mitigation, that by his master's philosophy he had been destined from all eternity to commit this fault; to which Zeno replied, with the calm of a sage, that on the same philosophy he, Zeno, had been destined to beat him for it.

We are tossed about by external causes in many ways, and like waves driven by contrary winds, we waver and are unconscious of the issue and our fate.' We think we are most ourselves when we are most passionate, whereas it is then we are most passive, caught in some ancestral torrent of impulse or feeling, and swept on to a precipitate reaction which meets only part of the situation because without thought only part of a situation can be perceived.

If Cleopatra's nose, said Pascal, had been an inch longer or shorter, all history would have been changed.

for every deliberate death there are thousands of indeliberate births.

Felix qui potuit rerum cognoscere causas, Quique metus omnes, et inexorabile fatum, Subjecit pedibus, strepitumque Acherontis avari—

Spinoza compares the feeling of free will to a stone's thinking, as it travels through space, that it determines its own trajectory and selects the place and time of its fall.

Argos the greatest tragedy in Greek legend was

When Zeno, who did not believe in slavery, was beating his slave for some offense, the slave pleaded, in mitigation, that by his master's philosophy he had been destined from all eternity to commit this fault; to which Zeno replied, with the calm of a sage, that on the same philosophy he, Zeno, had been destined to beat him for it.

My formula for greatness is Amor fati: . . . not only to bear up under every necessity, but to love it.

It is clear that as our walking is admittedly nothing but a constantly-prevented falling, so the life of our bodies is nothing but a constantly-prevented dying, an ever-postponed death."86

A happy fly If I live Or if I die

Without a use this shining woman lived - Or did she only live to be at death the food of worms.

Some are born to sweet delight, Some are born to endless night...