Quotes About Fate

Our history is not our destiny.

I have not much interest in anyone's personal history after the tenth year, not even my own. Whatever one was going to be was all prepared before that.

The past is history, the future's a mystery.

History shows us that other highly developed forms of civilization have collapsed. Who knows whether the same fate does not await our own?

Without history we are the prisoners of the accident of where and when we were born.

A man who catches History's eye is thereafter bound to a mistress from whom he will never escape.

A battle sometimes decides everything; and sometimes the most trifling thing decides the fate of a battle.

We are the prisoners of history. Or are we?

Ah, Fist, it's the curse of history that those who should read them, never do.

We have history, you and I. You just don't know it yet.

If every man could act as he chose, the whole of history would be a tissue of disconnected accidents.

The experience of history should lead us to hope and strive to make the world better, not to despair and resign ourselves to fate.

Whatever else may divide us, Europe is our common home; a common fate has linked us through the centuries, and it continues to link us today.

How seldom we recognize the sound when the bolt of our fate slides home.

The Bible says "faith without works is nothing" so destiny is great, fate is great, faith is great - but you still have to work at it. I don't just sit at home and wait for it all to unfold.

Sins, like chickens, come home to roost.

Prepare for death, if here at night you roam, and sign your will before you sup from home.

London! the needy villain's general home, The common sewer of Paris and of Rome! With eager thirst, by folly or by fate, Sucks in the dregs of each corrupted state.

The sun's rays don't bother me. No they cast down such a wonderful heat. Masking beauty, by a terrible fate.

Curses are like young chickens, theyalways come home to roost.

It'sthe fate of most Ping-Pong tables in home basements eventually to serve the ends of other, more desperate games.

Adolphus is not at his desk. That means he is somewhere in the Monstrumarium, has gone home for the day, or is dead.

When the will defies fear, when duty throws the gauntlet down to fate, when honor scorns to compromise with death - that is heroism.

No nation keeps its word. A nation is a big, blind worm, following what? Fate perhaps. A nation has no honor, it has no word to keep.