Quotes About Fate

Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.

We are all dust passing through the air, the difference is, some are flying high in the sky, while others are flying low. But eventually, we all settle on the same ground.

She did not have time to wonder about his being late. He died bent over the sidewalk sign that stood out in front of the hardware store... He had not even had time to get into the store...

The planet's tyrant, dotard Death, had held his gray mirror before them for a moment and shown them the image of things to come.

The ferocity of Santiago Nasar's fate, which had collected twenty years of happiness from him not only with his death but also with the dismemberment of his body and its dispersion and extermination.

If some persons died and others did not die death would indeed be a terrible affliction.

Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun.

You can't make me do nothing but die!

Mr. Asher, you can resist who you are for only so long. Finally, you just decide to go with fate.

Death, he felt, was only a kind of warning rather than a desperate and permanent end.

[Death] is a safety-device because, once Man has fallen, natural immortality would be the one utterly hopeless destiny for him.

At the end to death I must go, Finishing a real tragic and funny show.

There was no plan for us. We are a misspelling being erased by Death in order for the story of total chaos to continue.

Most people do not realize that they are one car crash away from death.

Death is the final destiny of the human race.

Death, child. It's beckoning us both, my brother and I.

Death is the destiny.

You always have something left to lose. Until, of course, you die.

It was the word 'late' that did it. Such a stupid word to use of the dead, implying that they would be with us today if they hadn't happened to be delayed in traffic somewhere...

She should have died on that day. Perhaps, in a way, she had.

To kill was to be doomed. To kill was to die, yourself.

But even then I knew it wasn't me that saved her life. It wasn't about me. I was just there while she was maybe going to die and maybe not, and then she just didn't.

What is the charm in dying when we fully well know that we are not going to get another chance at living?

I thought of the new stone, of my new wife, and of the newly buried white bones beneath us, and I felt that fate had made sport of us all.