Quotes About Fate

I try to remind myself that we are never promised anything, and that what control we can exert is not over the events that befall us but how we address ourselves to them.

God deals us all different hands. How we play 'em is up to us.

Sometimes it didn't matter how much gumption you had. What mattered were the cards you'd been dealt.

People are like dice. We throw ourselves in the direction of our own choosing.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance.

I do not feel that I am the product of chance, a speck of dust in the universe, but someone who was expected, prepared, prefigured. In short, a being whom only a Creator could put here; and this idea of a creating hand refers to God.

I met your father last week. Are you still interested in hearing how he is doing? Hugo: No. Karsky: It is very probable that you will be responsible for his death. Hugo: It is virtually certain that he is responsible for my life. We are even.

So I was a poodle of the future; I made prophecies.

Love was not something to be felt, not a particular emotion, nor yet a particular shade of feeling, it was much more like a lowering curse on the horizon, a precursor of disaster.

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Duc în spate o soarta prea grea, pentru tinereÅ£ea mea!

Cand albii vorbesc intre ei fara sa se cunoasca, inseamna ca pe un negru il pandeste moartea.

Mighty king, come from so far, prepared by so many combinations, by so many vanished gestures. He disappears in turn, so that other combinations can be born, other gestures, attacks, counterattacks, turns of luck, a crowd of small adventures.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I

Even the wisest man grows tense With some sort of violence Before he can accomplish fate, Know his work or choose his mate. Poet and sculptor, do the work, Nor let the modish painter shirk

the natural condition is one of insurmountable obstacles on the road to imminent disaster. strangely enough it all works out in the end... it's a mystery.

I know love at first sight can work. It happened to my parents.

Everything works out how it should.

Life has a way of working out the way it's meant to.

Life doesn't work out the way we plan, but maybe it works out the way it's supposed to after all.

Everything works out the way the universe wants it to work out.

But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.

I think things ultimately work out the way they're supposed to, even if it's not always the most comfortable, cushy way.

Day's work is still to do, Whatever the day's doom.