Quotes About Fate

When they are born, they wish to live and to meet with their dooms - or rather to rest - and they leave children behind them to meet with their dooms in turn.

The creative talent belongs to the outsider, and to be an outsider is the artist's fate.

zo is het leven. voor hetzelfde geld had ik helemaal ergens anders gezeten, met geheel andere mensen. maar ik stel me niet meer de vraag: 'waar ben ik?' ik ben nu eenmaal waar ik ben, en dat al vele jaren lang. ik vecht niet tegen het lot, want zo'n gevecht eindigt toch altijd in een gelijkspel. als ik maar dag na dag ouder word, ben ik al tevreden.

The poor old Past,The Future's slave.

Chapter 14: The Bike Wheel of Fate Turns Excerpt from Amelia Bedelia Chapter Book #2: Amelia Bedelia Unleashed Chapter 1: The Big Question About the Author and Illustrator Two Ways to Say It Copyright About the Publisher Amelia

Most of us prefer to believe we are the active subjects of our victories but only the passive objects of our defeats. We triumph, but it is not really we who fail—we are ruined by forces beyond our control.

to believe we are the active subjects of our victories but only the passive objects of our defeats. We triumph, but it is not really we who fail—we are ruined by forces beyond our control.

Most of us prefer to believe we are the active subjects of our victories but only the passive objects of our defeats. We triumph, but t is not really we who fail—we are ruined by forces beyond our control.

It is the gods' custom to bring low all things of surpassing greatness.

Whatever comes from God is impossible for a man to turn back.

Circumstances rule men; men do not rule circumstances.

But I like not these great success of yours for I know how jealous are the gods.

Mens fortunes are on a wheel, which in its turning suffers not the same man to prosper for ever.

The destiny of man is in his own soul.

He asked, 'Croesus, who told you to attack my land and meet me as an enemy instead of a friend?' The King replied, 'It was caused by your good fate and my bad fate. It was the fault of the Greek gods, who with their arrogance, encouraged me to march onto your lands. Nobody is mad enough to choose war whilst there is peace. During times of peace, the sons bury their fathers, but in war it is the fathers who send their sons to the grave.

The most hateful grief of all human griefs is this, to have knowledge of the truth but no power over the event.

Now if a man thus favoured died as he has lived, he will be just the one you are looking for: the only sort of person who deserves to be called happy. But mark this: until he is dead, keep the word "happy" in reserve. Till then, he is not happy, but only lucky...

Once upon a time they had some bad luck, and they blame everything on that.

He for himself weaves woe who weaves for others woe, and evil counsel on the counselor recoils.

Fate stalks us with depressing monotony from womb to tomb, and, when we are least expecting it, deals us a series of crushing blows from behind.

Love is so great... So why does it have to go so wrong?

It is easier to command a lapdog or a mule for a whole day than one's own fate for half-an-hour.

The fate of peoples is made like this, two men in small rooms. Forget the coronations, the conclaves of cardinals, the pomp and processions. This is how the world changes: a counter pushed across a table, a pen stroke that alters the force of a phrase, a woman's sigh as she passes and leaves on the air a trail of orange flower or rose water; her hand pulling close the bed curtain, the discreet sigh of flesh against flesh.

The world beyond the glass is the world of masculine action. Everything she sees is what a man has built. But at each turn-off, each junction, women are waiting to know their fate.