Quotes About Fate

And too soon Marred are those so early Made.

It will have blood they say - blood will have blood.

Tis hatched and shall be so

And by that destiny to perform an act Whereof what's past is prologue, what to come In yours and my discharge.

O happy dagger! This is thy sheath; there rust, and let me die.

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Fate, show thy force; ourselves we do not owe; what is decreed must be, and be this so.

More are men's ends mark'd than their lives before: The setting sun, and music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past

Is there no pity sitting in the clouds That sees into the bottom of my grief? O sweet my mother, cast me not away! Delay this marriage for a month, a week, Or if you do not, make the bridal bed In that dim monument where Tybalt lies.

Now, good sir, what are you? EDGAR A most poor man made tame to fortune's blows, Who by the art of known and feeling sorrows Am pregnant to good pity.

I do I know not what, and fear to find Mine eye too great a flatterer for my mind. Fate, show thy force. Ourselves we do not owe. What is decreed must be; and be this so.

But, orderly to end where I begun: Our wills and fates do so contrary run That our devices still are overthrown; Our thoughts are ours, their ends none of our own. So think thou wilt no second husband wed, But die thy thoughts when thy first lord is dead.

Alas, that they are so! To die even when they to perfection grow!

It is the stars, The stars above us, govern our conditions.

William Shakespeare

Let us to it pellmell. If not to Heaven, then hand in hand to Hell.

There are many events in the womb of time which will be delivered.

Are you up to your destiny?

The Weird Sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go, about, about, Thrice to thine, thrice to mine, And thrice again to make up nine. Peace, the charm's wound up.

Either thou or I, or both, must go with him.

Ask for me tomorrow, and you shall find me a grave man.

CAPULET: ...Well, we were born to die.

Fortune brings in some boats that are not steered.

I am even The natural fool of fortune.