Quotes About Fate

She bought him a leather-bound edition of Miss Julie and inscribed it "To Jerry, You only live once. If you're a schlemiel, twice won't help. Love, Lulu.

Wurm, who had been madly in love with Nurse Waxtrap, winds up with her identical twin so considers it a wash.

En este mundo ojete nada es casualidad y todo es coincidencia.

I do not see how one who is an enemy of the gods can run fast enough away, nor where he can flee to escape, nor what darkness could cover him, nor how he could find a position strong enough for refuge. For all things in all places are subject to the gods, and the power of the gods extends equally over everything.

The sad fact is there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our own lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

The sad fact is that there are no natural deaths, despite what doctors say. Every death is felt by someone as a murder, as the unjust taking of a loved being. And even the luckiest of us will encounter at least one murder in our lives: our own. It is our fate. We all live a murder mystery of which we are the victim.

There are many ways in which life's little candle can be snuffed out. A cold wind pursues us all.

To the dumb question "Why me?" the cosmos barely bothers to return the reply: why not?

Be not too hard For life is short and nothing is given to man. Be not to hard When he is sold and bought And must manage as best he can. Be not to hard For soon he dies Often no wiser than he began. Be not too hard For life Is short And nothing is given to man.

And Patroclus, Shaking the voice out of his body, says: 'Big mouth. Remember it took three of you to kill me. A god, a boy, and, last and least, a prince. I can hear Death pronounce my name, and yet Somehow it sounds like Hector. And as I close my eyes I see Achilles' face With Death's voice coming out of it.' Saying these things Patroclus died. And as his soul went through the sand Hector withdrew his spear and said: 'Perhaps.

Tamburlaine, the Scourge of God, must die.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

Now hast thou but one bare hour to live,And then thou must be damned perpetually!Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven,That time may cease, and midnight never come.

Pluck up your hearts, since fate still rests our friend.

All live to die, and rise to fall.

What art thou Faustus, but a man condemned to die?

It lies not in our power to love or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate.

There is a natural order. The way things are meant to be. An order that says that the good guys always win. That you die when it's your time, or you have it coming. That the ending is always happy, if only for someone else. Now at some point it became clear to us that our path had been chosen and we had nothing to offer the world. Our options narrowing down to petty crime or minimum wage. So, we stepped off the path, and went looking for the fortune that we knew was looking for us.

What's happened, happened. Which is an expression of faith in the mechanics of the world. It's not an excuse to do nothing.

Mmm....she's doomed! You're doomed!! They're all doomed! Notice I didn't specify what kind of doom, so no matter what happens, I predicted it. How very WISE of me.

Death never comes at the right time, despite what mortals believe. Death always comes like a thief.

He cries. 'Please! I don't want to die.' I lean over. My hair smothers him. 'Then you should never have been born,' I say.

I don't want to die!" "Then you should never been born.

No one awakens in the morning thinking they will die that day. Not a saint or a sinner. Not even a condemned killer. We all know were mortal, and yet we all believe we'll live forever.