Quotes About Fate

You can not save you from your own fate.

Too bad for the storytellers. Too bad for the sense makers, the apologists, that nothing, then or ever, nothing was inevitable. It's just too bad.

There was a level on which I believed that what had happened remained reversible

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough / without ever having felt sorry for itself.

some events in life would remain beyond my ability to control or manage them. Some events would just happen.

We were that generation called silent, but we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.

There he was, he had kept saying later. He was alive and then he was dead and we were watching. We saw him at the instant it happened we knew he was dead before his family did. Just an ordinary day. 'And then—gone.

As I recall this I realize how open we are to the persistent message that we can avert death. And to its punitive correlative, the message that if death catches us we have only ourselves to blame. Only

In her half sleep the point was ten, the jackpot was on eighteen, the only man that could ever reach her was the son of a preacher man, someone was down sixty, someone was up, Daddy wants a popper and she rode a painted pony let the spinning wheel spin.

Was there time to go back? Could we have a different ending on Pacific time?

We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.

We were that generation called "silent," but we were silent neither, as some thought, because we shared the period's official optimism nor, as others thought, because we feared its official repression. We were silent because the exhilaration of social action seemed to many of us just one more way of escaping the personal, of masking for a while that dread of the meaningless which was man's fate.

it is hard for me to believe that Cornelius Vanderbilt did not sense, at some point in time, in some dim billiard room of his unconscious, that when he built "The Breakers" he damned himself.

He had shrugged and said that the course of true love never was a straight flush.

A story is already over before we hear it. That is how the teller knows what it means.

There's no justice in who dies

you didn't intend to hit him, but you did hit him and he died as a result. Unfortunately in this case, whenever that happens there are consequences.

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Oh, muerte cruel! ¿Por qué vienes a quien no te quiere y rehuyes a los que te desean?

Do you know what it's like to love someone so much, that you can't see yourself without picturing her? Or what it's like to touch someone, and feel like you've come home? What we had wasn't about sex, or about being with someone just to show off what you've got, the way it was for other kids our age. We were, well, meant to be together. Some people spend their whole lives looking for that one person. I was lucky enough to have her all along.

I don't think we get a choice in who we fall for, Ian whispers. I think we just do.

You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.

Whether or not you believe in Fate comes down to one thing: who do you blame when something goes wrong.

Is Fate getting what you deserve, or deserving what you get?