Quotes About Fate

Nobody beloved gets out alive.

Il coula sans venir voir le coup, sans jamais pressentir l'issue, avide au contraire de s'assouvir encore, mais il ne se réveilla pas. Arrêt cardiaque. Il n'était plus. Affranchi de l'être, entré dans le nulle part, sans même en avoir conscience. Comme il le craignait depuis le début.

Anyone with any brains understands that he is destined to lead a stupid life because there is no other kind.

The deeper reasonability of seeking danger is that there is, in any event, no escaping it.

sostuvieron a base de falsas esperanzas y al final nos enviaron a la muerte por vía férrea.

Elen síla lúmenn' omentielmo ("A star shines on the hour of our meeting").

Fortune's wheel takes you very high and then throws you very low, and there is nothing you can do but face the turn of it with courage.

I was taught to be queen by Margaret of Anjou, and perhaps I have taught you how to be queen in turn. This is fortune's wheel indeed. With my forefinger I draw a circle in the air, the sign of fortune's wheel. You can go very high and you can sink very low, but you can rarely turn the wheel at your own bidding.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return.

Personally, I don't think that having a water goddess for an ancestress is a guarantee of freedom against seasickness, nor come to that, shipwreck.

I cannot know what the future will bring us," he says in a rapid undertone. "I cannot know where you will be given in marriage, nor what life might hold for me. But I can't let you go without telling you—without telling you at least once—that I love you.

A parcel--taken from one place to another, handed from one owner to another, unwrapped and bundled up at will--is all that I am. A vessel, for the bearing of sons, for one nobleman or another: it hardly matters who.

I knew when I first saw you that you were the woman I would want for all my life.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return. But I don't. I just desire him, desire him and desire him; and I wait for it to burn out. Everything I have ever gained has always turned to ashes after a little while. Why should this be any different?

She smiles. "You know you can do nothing. What will be, will be. If there is a battle"—I gasp but her smile is steady—"if there is a battle, then either your husband will win, and your son will take the throne; or your brother will win and you will be sister to the king.

One little boy, and he a bastard,' Anne said thoughtfully. 'One little girl of six, one elderly Queen and a King in the prime of his life.' She looked up at the two of us, dragging her gaze away from her own pale face in the water. 'What's going to happen?' She asked. 'Something has to happen. What's it going to be?

That's how it is for women," I said, stung into honesty. "It's not what one would choose—I grant you that. But women are the very toys of fortune.

You will be the mother of the next King of England," she declares. "The red rose and the white, a rose without a thorn. You will have a son, and we will call him Arthur of England." She takes my hands. "This is your destiny, my daughter. I will help you.

Philippa Gregory

Anne shook her head. "I'll not be safe until she is dead," she said. "Just as she will not be safe until I am dead. It is not just a matter now of a man or a throne, it is as if I am her shadow and she is mine. We are locked together till death. One of us has to win outright and neither of us can be sure that we have won or lost until the other is dead and in the ground.

You're a girl from the House of Lancaster. You cannot fall in love with the heir to the House of York unless he is king victorious, and there is some profit in love for you. These are hard days we are living in. Death is our companion, our familiar. You need not think you can keep Him at arm's length. You will find He bears you close company. He has taken your husband; hear me: He will take your father and your brothers and your sons.

Philippa Gregory

The three things in life he'd wanted to avoid had all come to pass: "to wear eyeglasses, to lose my hair, and to become a refugee.

He will never understand what happened that day between a young man and a young woman. There was a magic: and the name of it was love.