Quotes About Fate

the price they must pay for escaping their destiny.

When the time was right he would run away—and be part of the story.

William Henry Cadwalladr

People here believe in uncontrollable passion, in mad rages, and in the brusque inevitability of death.

Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

miserable people cannot afford to dislike each other. Cruel blows of fate call for extreme kindness in the family circle.

Her death would leave me scattered, talking to chairs and pillows. Don't let us die, I want to cry out to that fifth-century sky ablaze with mystery and spiral light. Let us both live forever, in sickness and health, feebleminded, doddering, toothless, liver-spotted, dim-sighted, hallucinating. Who decides these things? What is out there? Who are you?

Technology is crucial to civilization why? Because it helps us make our fate. We don't need God or miracles or the flight of the bumble bee. But it is also crouched and undecidable. It can go either way.

You are the happy one. I am the doomed fool.

Le trame possiedono una logica. C'è una tendenza, nelle trame, a evolvere in direzione della morte.

I thought of telling them about the computer tally, the time-factored death I carried in my chromosomes and blood. Self-pity oozed through my soul. I tried to relax and enjoy it.

I can tell you this. Whatever is going on, it has crushed our technology. The word itself seems outdated to me, lost in space. Where is the leap of authority to our secure devices, our encryption capacities, our tweets, trolls and bots. Is everything in the datasphere subject to distortion and theft? And do we simply have to sit here and mourn our fate?

Maybe we cannot escape from the destiny of the human, but we have a choice: to suffer our destiny or to enjoy our destiny.

Every conflict, no matter how hard, comes back to bless the protagonist if he will face his fate with courage. There is no conflict man can endure that will not produce a blessing. And I smiled. I'm not saying I was happy, but for some reason I smiled. It hurts now, but I'll love this memory, I thought to myself. And I do.

A chance of hope is no pacifier against a sure tragedy.

Before knowing what the hero wants, the audience has little interest in her fate.

And then you realize that when you finally meet, when you finally find each other, it doesn't matter. All the rest of it doesn't matter. Life scattered, life together. . . it's just where things begin. It's where the story is when you jump into it. It doesn't stay there. You start writing the next chapter from that moment on.

Se Dio vuole,' Alaimo said. Griffoni made a noise, half gasp and half laugh. 'If God wills,' she said.

It would be nice if we could choose the people we love, but love chooses them.

a line from Donizetti's Anna Bolena flashed through his memory—'If those who judge me are those who have already condemned me, I have no chance.

hostages to fortune.

good doesn't always follow from good deeds, nor bad deeds result from bad, does it? Even the wise and good cannot see the end of all actions.

But does it make any sense at all to know that it ends badly for all of us, even the happiest of us, and that we all lose everything that matters in the end-and yet to know as well, despite all this, as cruelly as the game is stacked, that it's possible to play it with a kind of joy? To try to make some meaning out of all this seems unbelievably quaint. Maybe I only see a pattern because I've been staring too long. But then again, to paraphrase Boris, maybe I see a pattern because it's there.

You have an unusual equipment for fate, exercise with care!'