Quotes About Fate

As if that in some way made it better, that fate hadn't planned it weeks in advance.

Fate has a strange way of making plans,' I agreed.

Our kisses were seismic. When seen by the wrong person, they could destroy us. When shared with the right person, they had the power of confirmation, the force of destiny.

With some people, the minute you start talking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should've known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

But the more I live with it, and the more I live in general, the more I realize: We all have days that could alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.

Houve uma época em que éramos como vocês, só que nosso mundo não era como o seu. Vocês não fazem ideia do quanto chegaram perto da morte. Uma geração ou duas antes, e vocês talvez estivessem aqui conosco.

With some people, the minute you start taking, it feels like you've known them for years. It only means that you were supposed to meet sooner. You're feeling all the time you should've known each other, but didn't. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.

is where I am destined to live.

David Foster Wallace: I always fear that when I really impose my will on something, the universe is gonna punish me.

There are worse fates than being forgotten.

This new lot...they too would go down. They were 'troops' who were about to be 'thrown in,' 'men' in some general's larger plan, 're-enforcements ' and would soon be 'casualties'. They were also Spud, Snow, Skeeter, Blue, Tommo.

The bronze-haired avenger of his father's death, already filled with the fierce light of the future, is at sea and sailing fast for Troy.

Oedipus gouges out his eyes, Jocasta hangs herself, both guiltless; the play has come to a harmonious conclusion. Wrote Schiller.

JFK had a way of grabbing grandeur from mishap.

in the life of every man there was one great good fortune and one misfortune of equal force.

we are all in our fifties now. Healthwise, we've been fortunate, but it's just a matter of time before our luck runs out and one of us gets cancer. Then we'll be picked off like figures at a shooting gallery, easy targets given the lives we've led.

he couldn't have been more than a few hours old when he died. Even in a jar, that kid has outearned me.

Story seems to say that everything happens for a reason and I want to say, No, it doesn't.

What Marcus Aurelius understood is that all of us are slaves in certain respects, even the emperor of Rome. We are slaves to time and chance; we are indentured to fate. "Love the hand that fate deals you and play it as your own," he wrote in his Meditations. In another gem, he observed that "it never ceases to amaze me: we all love ourselves more than other people, but care more about their opinion than our own.

But the universe wasn't really unfair, she thought, and her mouth quirked. It just didn't give much of a damn one way or the other.

I often wished that I could split myself a hundred ways and live a hundred separate lives [...]. But in the end, I supposed, we only had one life to lead, and the roads not taken would always outnumber and outshine the roads we end up taking, day by day, without plan.

That's how the universe worked at times: little things - the tiniest things - could catapult you toward a good life, but you had to be open and you had to be paying attention. Love wasn't purely destined, it relied on hiccups of fate - Aimee Mann, someone else's trip to Peru, a black dog.

There is really one city for everyone just as there is one major love.

We will all be destroyed whether we like it or not. I say let's like it.