Quotes About Fate

Merely, thou art death's fool, For him thou labor'st by thy flight to shun, And yet run'st toward him still.

O God! that one might read the book of fate, And see the revolution of the times Make mountains level, and the continent, Weary of solid firmness, melt itself Into the sea! and, other times, to see The beachy girdle of the ocean Too wide for Neptune's hips; how chances mock, And changes fill the cup of alteration With divers liquors!

O, I am fortune's fool!

every plan breaks easily, Because the intention is a slave to memory At the moment of birth, it digs itself a grave, Like a fruit, that holds to a branch, while green. And when it matures, it falls itself from the three.

Qué tristeza alarga las horas de Romeo? No tener lo que, al tenerlo, las abrevia.

Vivimos tiempos desquiciados. ¡Oh, nefasta suerte, que me hiciste nacer para enmendarlos!

Sophie slept, understanding with a dreamer's fierce clarity that she was doomed.

If our life is a play, we may not be the playwright, but we can choose to be the director. We can interpret the play as we choose, able to portray ourselves either as victims of destiny or as the captains of our fate. Whether what happens to us is pure accident or not, we are the decisive factor in our life: we may not always be able to choose our circumstances, but we are able to choose our responses to them.

could still be alive

I felt as if I were walking with destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial... I thought I knew a good deal about it all, I was sure I should not fail.

When I met you I was an inebriate, half bankrupt squireen. You didn't know what a catch you were making! I didn't know I was making any catch, said Demelza. Ross rubbed his nose. I didn't know what sort of a catch I was making either. Dear Heaven, that was the luckiest day of my life.

But was any future, anyone's future, unfraught by hazards of some sort? The only security was death. So long as one wanted to go on living on had to accept the risks. Well, she accepted them...

I don't know if mama was right, that we each have a destiny, or if if was Lt Dan, that we are all just floating around, accidental, like on a breeze, but I think... I think... maybe... it's both happening at the same time.

Now at this very moment I knew that the United States was in the war, up to the neck and in to the death. So we had won after all! ... How long the war would last or in what fashion it would end no man could tell, nor did I at this moment care ... We should not be wiped out. Our history would not come to an end ... Hitler's fate was sealed. Mussolini's fate was sealed. As for the Japanese, they would be ground to a powder. All the rest was merely the proper application of overwhelming force.

My conclusion on Freewill and predestination- they are identical.

No one can tell that he may not some day set a stone rolling or take or neglect some ordinary step which in its consequences will alter the history of the world.

One must never forget when misfortunes come that it is quite possible they are saving one from something much worse; or that when you make some great mistake, it may very easily serve you better than the best-advised decision.

All this shows how much luck there is in human affairs, and how little we should worry about anything except doing our best.

Quos Deus vult perdere prius dementat—88

This day, we are masters of our fate; the task which has been set before us is not above our strengths; its pangs and toils are not beyond my endurance.

You never can tell whether bad luck may not after all turn out to be good luck...One must never forget when misfortunes come that it is quite possible they are saving one from something much worse; or that when you make some great mistake, it may very easily serve you better than the best-advised decision.

The Russian people were left floundering in the bog. Their worst misfortune was his birth: their next worst—his death.

you never can tell whether bad luck may not after all turn out to be good luck.

It is true Greek tragedy, with Chance as the ever ready hand-maid of Fate.