Quotes About Fate

Like billiard balls colliding our courses were altered.

But he was bent on making that ride, Brody, and if he hadn't gotten himself thrown that day, he'd have done it some other day. What I'm trying to get at here is that folks seem to come into this life with a list of things they need to get done while they're here inscribed on their souls. Old or young, when their work is done, they leave.

It is well to learn disappointment when one is young, for the gods bestow it abundantly if one cheats death for long.

Sometimes we are given exactly what we need. The precise people that you need the most come stumbling into your life. Sometimes you don't notice, and this is very sad. Sometimes you lose them again. This is sad too, but not as sad. Because what you have once had together you have forever.

Sometimes we can change the direction of our lives, but sometimes we're destined to follow the path we were given.

Some men are born lucky. Others are born Marcus Didius Falco.

There's always a mystery there as to why one person is more fortunate than another. All one can do is say I have been given a gift. A new gift of life. And all I can do is use that gift in the best way possible. Not selfishly for myself but for the sake of other people. And . . . I will do it not only because I've gotten that life, but for the sake of those who didn't get that life as well.

Fortune's truth is regret's denial.

Life is the game that plays Humans.

Life is your chance.

There are only two ways to look at history: people either make things happen, or they let things happen. In that sense, all of history is bipolar; cognate of goodwill and bad fortune. Both philosophies, together, importune a reshaping of destiny.

Om man vill vara högtidlig, kan man säga att jag hade hittat hem, har han sagt, och om man vill vara lustig, kan man tala om kärlek vid första ögonkastet.

There are no endings, happy or otherwise. We all have our own stories which are just part of the one Story that binds both this world and Faerie. Sometimes we step into each others stories -- perhaps just for a few minutes, perhaps for years -- and then we step out of them again. But all the while, the Story just goes on.

When all's said and done, all roads lead to the same end. So it's not so much which road you take, as how you take it.

Which are more full of fate: The stars, or those sad eyes?

One of us could always get pancreatic cancer," you said pleasantly.

So many stories are determined before they start

How lucky we are, when we're spared what we think we want!

The life of a savage is beset by glowering terrors: from birth to death he lives in an animated world; where the sun and the stars, sticks, stones, and rivers are obsessed with his fate. He is busy all the time in a ritual designed to propitiate the abounding jealousies of nature. For his world is magical and capricious, the simplest thing is occult.

Our life is managed from behind the scenes: we are actors in dramas that we cannot interpret. Of almost no decisive event can we say: this was our own choosing. We happen upon careers, necessity pushing, blind inclination pulling. If we stop to think we are amazed that we should be what we are.

There's no rewind, or erasing, or unmaking. The things that happened, they are you, you are them. You can escape, but you can't get away. Just the way it is.

Violence, the great equaliser. Cared nothing for money, class, occupation. One day, it simply found you.

Aber niemand verdient sein Leben. Es ist ein Geschenk, das jedem gegeben ist. Es ist nicht deine Aufgabe, zu entscheiden, ob du es verdienst oder nicht.

It's the way we deal with what Fate hands us that defines who we are.