Quotes About Fate

Death is certain, Aleran—for all of us. That being true, we know that all of those we love will either be torn away from us, or we will be torn away from them. It follows as naturally as the night after sundown.

I shall most likely kill you on the morrow.

Ah. Destiny is a . . . stone-cold bitch.

But Death plays no favorites and makes no exceptions.

When the Queens of Summer and Winter took to the same field, there were always storms.

What's the point of free will, if not to spit in the eye of destiny?

The damnedest thing was that there wasn't much I could do about it. Not because I was chained up, held at gunpoint, and probably going to die—though I had to admit, that might make things somewhat difficult

God knows all things at all times. By His very nature, his omniscience enables Him to know what has happened, is happening, and will happen. Though we might not be able to see His reasons, or to agree with them from our perspectives, they are yet there.

Maybe some things just aren't meant to go together. Things like oil and water. Orange juice and toothpaste. Me and Susan. But tomorrow was another day.

What goes around comes around. And sometimes you get what's coming around." He paused for a moment, frowning faintly, pursing his lips. "And sometimes you are what's coming around.

Death was something that happened to everyone - only the timing is different, for each of us.

Mab glanced at me wearily. "You know what it is," she said, "to sell pieces of your soul so that someone who will never know your name will have another chance at life.

Sometimes you get what's coming around. And sometimes, you are what's coming around.

Destiny is a . . . stone-cold bitch.

That things will unfold as they are meant to," Forthill said. "That even in the face of an immediate ugliness, the greater picture will resolve into something all the more beautiful.

Her fate was, she realized, entirely in the hands of another person. Captain

Got to die of something," Giraldi observed. "Might as well put back a few pints while you wait to see what it is.

I suppose in antique Marxist terms we are lavishly paid because we are perfect tools for the class even higher up, those who own the ballpark. You can occasionally have some sympathy for those frequently unhappy souls with big inheritances from birth. This was fate in which the sense of victimization is always possible. But my own class is undeserving of a mote, a mite, a filament, an iota of sympathy. We are self-made barkers, toy dogs, prime weenies.

No one has figured out how accidental is the marriage of blasphemy and fate.

It seems that so much of good luck and bad are accidental and that the chance meetings that Pasternak had been criticized for in Zhivago are in fact the core of life.

When single shines the triple sun, What was sundered and undone Shall be whole, the two made one By Gelfling hand, or else by none.

Love cannot save you from your own fate.

Dans la vie,j`ai eu le choix entre l`amour,la drogue et la mort.J`ai choisi les deux premèires et c`est la troisième qui m`a choisi

Five to one, baby One in five No one here gets out alive