Quotes About Fate

For the first time his mind grasped the fact that when life has sentenced you to suffer, the sentence is neither a fancy nor a threat, but you are dragged to the rack, and you are tortured, and there is no marvelous rescue at the last moment, no awakening as from a bad dream. He felt it as a foreboding which struck him with terror.

To be misunderstood is the shy man's fate on every occasion; and whatever impression he endeavors to create, he is sure to convey its opposite.

Noi eravamo come i cavalieri dell'antica leggenda, che veleggiavano lungo un mistico lago verso l'ignoto regno del crepuscolo, verso la sconfinata terra del tramonto. Ma non arrivammo nella terra del tramonto, andammo a finire contro il barchino da pesca sul quale stavano pescando i tre vecchi.

In my youth, the question chiefly important to me was—What sort of man shall I decide to be? At nineteen one asks oneself this question; at thirty-nine we say, "I wish Fate hadn't made me this sort of man.

Hang me, oh, hang me, so I'll be dead and gone. I wouldn't mind hanging, boys, but you wait in jail so long.

You be you and I'll be me, today and today and today, and let's trust the future to tomorrow. Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Let the stars keep track of us. Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies.

Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!

Happiness one last chance to happen?

There should be no promise of a plot. Plot is extraordinary, while chance is ordinary.

As a boy I got the idea that death was an animal which lay curled inside waiting to swallow us.

Ptolemy Horoscope

Hell, it took only your first day in a Montana flop or standing over your mother's unmarked grave to know that equal was the one thing all men were not. A few lived like kings, and the rest hugged the dirt until it cracked open and took them home.

His life was two lives now: the life he would have and the life he would forever wonder about. "Please," Pasquale rasped to Tommaso. "Go." The

We don't have to know everything. If you believe in fate and some kind of meaning and sense in this fucked-up world, then believe with abandon, love. Enjoy it.

I guess I liked the idea that... well, that there might be some kind of larger meaning to life or whatever. My mother was into that. She had a nonreligious spiritual side to her, if that makes any sense. She believed in the idea of fate and destiny. An interconnectedness and purpose in life.

My problem is that the human race seems to want to be destroyed!

That the last two letters in her name were the first two in his, a silly thing he never mentioned to her but caused him to believe that they were bound together.

He regretted only one thing: that he had not met her sooner, that he had not known her every day of his life.

Only then, forced at six months to confront his destiny, does he begin to cry.

The years the couple have together are a shared conclusion to lives separately built, separately lived. There is no use wondering what might have happened if the man had met her in his forties, or in his twenties. He would not have married her then.

In so many ways, his family's life feels like a string of accidents, unforeseen, unintended, one incident begetting another.

I don't believe in coincidence. I just think that all things work together for good.

Yet, when the city sleeps; When all the cries are still: The stars and heavenly deeps Work out a perfect will.