Quotes About Fate

Public opinion is a weak tyrant, compared with our private opinion - what a man thinks of himself, that is which determines, or rather indicates his fate

What a man thinks of himself that is what determines, or rather indicates his fate.

Hairbreadth missings of happiness look like the insults of Fortune.

It is not death, but dying, which is terrible.

There is no such thing as no chance.

It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilities it entails is fighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.

Sleep on, my Love, in thy cold bed,Never to be disquieted!My last good-night! Thou wilt not wake,Till I thy fate shall overtake;Till age, or grief, or sickness, mustMarry my body to that dustIt so much loves, and fill the roomMy heart keeps empty in thy tomb.Stay for me there; I will not failTo meet thee in that hollow vale.

Upon learning of Cardinal Richelieu's death, Pope Urban VIII is alleged to have said, "If there is a God, the Cardinal de Richelieu will have much to answer for. If not… well, he had a successful life.

Blessed are the people whose leaders can look destiny in the eye without flinching but also without attempting to play God

But death is not always a bad outcome, you know, and a quick death can be better than a slow one.

Destiny is what you are supposed to do in life. Fate is what kicks you in the ass to make you do it.

The day is not over yet. You may still meet with Providence, who never gets up before noon.

You'll end up right where you're supposed to be. Don't be surprised when you get there. Everything you did was a step in that direction. There is no such thing as bad luck.

You're going to do what you're going to do and that's all there is. That's all you got and that's that.

Trouble is the next best thing to enjoyment; there is no fate in the world so horrible as to have no share in either its joys or sorrows

Sail on, O Ship of State!Sail on, O Union, strong and great!Humanity with all its fears,With all the hopes of future years,Is hanging breathless on thy fate!

The fate of a nation was riding that night.

Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fate;Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to labor and to wait.

I shot an arrow into the air,It fell to earth, I knew not where.

Be still, sad heart! and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall

He would not now conduct little Nell to the coast; he would not convey her by a steamer to Port Said, would not surrender her to Mr. Rawlinson; he himself would not fall into his father's arms and would not hear from his lips that he had acted like a true Pole! The end, the end! In a few days the sun would shine only upon the lifeless bodies and afterwards would dry them up into a semblance of those mummies which slumber in an eternal sleep in the museums in Egypt

We are forced to fall back on fatalism as an explanation of irrational events (that is to say, events the reasonableness of which we do not understand).

The question of how things will settle down is the only important question...

So he lived, not knowing and not seeing any chance of knowing what he was and for what purpose he had been placed in the word.