Quotes About Fate

open your thighs to fate and(if you can withholding nothing)World, conceive a man

here's to one undiscoverable guess of whose mad skill each world of blood is made (whose fatal songs are moving in the moon

He wondered seriously if love wasn't a feeling at all but a simple characterless state of shared isolation. If you were alone with a woman your feelings might change from moment to moment but the circumstance of your shared fate did not change. Maybe that's where the love was, in the combined circumstance.

Why does there have to be promise before destruction?

He stopped thinking why pick on me? and started thinking I am chosen.

Bad luck to your mother.

Accept whatever comes to you woven in the pattern of your destiny, for what could more aptly fit your needs?

Acepta lo que venga tejido en el diseño de tu destino porque, ¿Qué podría acomodarse más adecuadamente a tus necesidades? Esto fue escrito hace dos mil años por Marco Aurelio, uno de esos seres humanos extraordinariamente escasos que tuvieron el poder mundano al mismo tiempo que la sabiduría

Diabolical forces are formidable. These forces are eternal, and they exist today. The fairy tale is true. The devil exists. God exists. And for us, as people, our very destiny hinges upon which one we elect to follow.

If there be a fate that is sometimes cruel to me, there surely is a kind and merciful Providence which watches over me.

At heart they hate their horrid fates, and so wreak their poor spite on me who stand for everything they have not, and for all they most crave and never can attain. Let us pity them, my chieftain, for even though we die at their hands we can afford them pity, since we are greater than they and they know it

It was on the morning of the second day that the first link was forged in what was destined to form a chain of circumstances ending in a life for one then unborn such as has never been paralleled in the history of man.

No human mother could have shown more unselfish and sacrificing devotion than did this poor, wild brute for the little orphaned waif whom fate had thrown into her keeping. At

They yoked themselves to a car and drew her all the long way through dust and heat. Everyone admired their filial piety when they arrived and the proud and happy mother standing before the statue prayed that Hera would reward them by giving them the best gift in her power. As she finished her prayer the two lads sank to the ground. They were smiling and they looked as if they were peacefully asleep but they were dead. (Biton and Cleobis)

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men. Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled, And what was asked for went another way. A path we never thought to tread God found for us. So this has come to pass.

The hero can prove what he is only by dying. The power of good is shown not by triumphantly conquering evil, but by continuing to resist evil while facing certain defeat. Such an attitude toward life seems at first sight fatalistic, but actually the decrees of an inexorable fate played no more part in the Norseman's scheme of existence than predestination did in St. Paul's or in that of his militant Protestant followers, and for precisely the same reason.

I take courage," Aeneas said. "Here too there are tears for things, and hearts are touched by the fate of all that is mortal.

Appropriately, his bird was the vulture. The dog was wronged by being chosen as his animal.

sea, and was killed. The sea into which he fell was called the Aegean ever after.

In strange ways hard to know gods come to men. Many a thing past hope they have fulfilled, And what was looked for went another way. A path we never thought to tread God found for us. So this has come to pass.

It's true we might not have met if I'd not been thrown literally at her feet, but we've more in common than my isolation. There is a certain fellow feeling too, our minds dovetail in matters of humor and taste.

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

though she had not had the strength to shake off the spell that bound her to him she had lost all spontaneity of feeling, and seemed to herself to be passively awaiting a fate she could not avert.

Something he knew he had missed: the flower of life. But he thought of it now as a thing so unattainable and improbable that to have repined would have been like despairing because one had not drawn the first prize in a lottery.