Quotes About Fate

A wi?c, panie doktorze - odezwa?a si? troch? za g?o?no, radosnym, zdecydowanym tonem gwiazdy filmowej z lat czterdziestych - to wyrok ?mierci czy do?ywocie?

The policeman insists that there be a plot. However, life itself is plotless.

ineluctable laws of which were everywhere at work. This gnosis

Having poured my drink, I may not live to taste it, or that it may pass a live man's tongue to burn a dead man's belly; that having slumbered, I may never wake, or having waked, may never living sleep. Having heard tick, will I hear tock? Having served, will I volley? Having sugared will I cream? Having eithered, will I or? Itching, will I scratch? Hemming, will I haw?

Man's lot? He is by mindless lust engendered and by mindless wrench expelled, from the Eden of the womb to the motley, mindless world. He is Chance's fool, the toy of aimless Nature—a mayfly flitting down the winds of Chaos!

Do you see the irony at all, Tristan?' I stare at him and shake my head. He seems determined not to speak again until I do. 'What irony?' I ask eventually, the words tumbling out in a hurried heap. 'That I am to be shot as a coward while you get to live as one.

But for all that we had, for all the luxury to which we were accustomed, we were both denied love, and this deficiency would be scorched into our futures lives like an ill-considered tattoo inscribed on the buttocks after a drunken night out, leading each of us inevitably toward isolation and disaster.

They looked at each other in absolute horror, as if they knew that they couldn't possibly control the chain of events set in place by that simple, inevitable meeting. The lives they had lived until that moment had come to an end. And then it didn't matter what happened next, their destinies were already decided.

I'm an economical soul, and if I'm going to be hanged I want a good stake for my neck.

Why? What had she ever done? What had any of them ever done? To give a child only to take him away. To make and then unmake, as if a family weren't built of lives but of things that could be broken, returned, thrown out--

I've discovered something interesting, she said. If you ever want to avoid somebody, this city's as small as a postage stamp. But if you ever really want to run into somebody, if you really hope and pray, it's as big as an ocean.

Enlightenment writer and philosopher Voltaire likened life to a game of cards. Players must accept the cards dealt to them. However, once they have those cards in hand, they alone choose how they will play them. They decide what risks and actions to take.

As Michel de Montaigne observed, "No wind favors him who has no destined port.

El destino no es cuestión de suerte, es cuestión de decisión; no es algo que se espera, es algo que se logra».

William Jennings Bryan said, "Destiny is not a matter of chance, it is a matter of choice; it is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.

A semi-cirque of flying rooks, just seven in number, flapped with creaking wings across the top of the tower, making their way northwest towards Mark Moor. Little did they reck of the cracking of the skull of a man upon a patch of grass! As for a tiny earth beetle that was foraging for its insect prey just there, it scurried away from Tom's blood as if it had been a lake of brimstone.

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

Sometimes the future has been determined from the outset, and as hard as anything we try, nonetheless we cannot change. It's not fair right? This is indeed difficult to accept. But that's what is called life, because life is not fair.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

I don't understand why destiny allowed some people to meet, when there's no way for them to be together.

It's easy to fall in love, but to find the right one to fall in love with is the hard part.

When you meet that special someone you'll understand why it didn't work out with anyone else

Everything happens for a reason. That's why worrying is silly. It's like trying to heal a wound that's not even bleeding.

Each move I made in his direction just seemed to pave my way faster to hell.