Quotes About Fate

As I look at the human story I see two stories. They run parallel and never meet. One is of people who live, as they can or must, the events that arrive; the other is of people who live, as they intend, the events they create.

No luck was dumb because luck was just another name for miracle.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

If you knew what was going to happen, if you knew everything that was going to happen next—if you knew in advance the consequences of your own actions—you'd be doomed. You'd be ruined as God. You'd be a stone. You'd never eat or drink or laugh or get out of bed in the morning. You'd never love anyone, ever again. You'd never dare to.

Love sometimes comes fast, sometimes slow. Snatch it when it does, either way.

In order to avoid her death, her particular death, with wrung neck and swollen tongue, she must marry the hangman.

She has been condemned to death by hanging. A man may escape this death by becoming the hangman, a woman by marrying the hangman. But at the present time there is no hangman; thus there is no escape. There is only a death, indefinitely postponed. This is not fantasy, it is history.

There was some reason to call Pole heartless. His blood ran thinly in an effete body; no human emotion was urgent in him, neither love of family nor of country, and certainly not of women. But now he was forced to remember that his mother was also a woman, and to realize that her fate had lain at his door.

Il destino è come il cuore: è dentro di noi fin dal primo istante, perciò è inutile cercare di cambiarlo.

È inutile indagare le occasioni mancate. Non sai mai se ti sei salvato dalla morte, o ti sei perso la vera vita.

Non posso fingere di non sapere quanto la volontà di un ottimo chirurgo sia ininfluente rispetto al compiersi di un destino. Le braccia di un uomo sono ferme alla terra, figlia mia, Dio, se c'è, è alle nostre spalle.

Il vento trascina lontano tutto ciò che credevo di volere. Sono un disgraziato a spasso nella vita.

Qui è sepolta mezza Sarajevo. Le date di nascita cambiano, quelle di morte si ripetono. Era come un sacco nero, il destino. La morte fece un raccolto straordinario, in quei tre anni. La morte è solitudine e loro furono privati anche di quella privatezza, costretti a crepare a grappoli come insetti. Essere derubati della vita sembrava quasi accettabile, alla fine, ma il furto della morte è un'altra storia... finire alla rinfusa, mischiati come panni sporchi, come frutta marcia.

I tatuaggi sono segni nuovi scelti da te. Metti qualcosa tra la tua pelle e il destino. Un sorso di coraggio.

But I can't pretend I don't know how little the goodwill of even the best surgeon can accomplish against the workings of fate. A man's hands are rooted firmly in the earth, Angela. God, if he exists, is behind our backs.

You meet thousands of people and none of them really touch you. And then you meet one person and your life is changed forever".

C'est le sort qui donne son sens à la vie. La mort, la grande égalisatrice. Homme, femme, paysan, roi, riche, pauvre, nous sommes tous égaux à la fin du voyage. La vie est précieuse, sacrée, on ne doit pas en priver un homme à la légère ou de gaieté de coeur.

Like accidents, marriages result because those involved happen to arrive at what might be the wrong place, at the same time.

thinking about tracking. . . . Sometime in grade school, already your fate was settled, your social class was established for the rest of your life.

A trifle can be enough when luck is on your side.

Life is so long, and too hard, and then it ends so cruel and sudden!

Lightning could strike twice, three times, or ten. When you're on the wrong side of the odds, the odds are meaningless. They don't protect you or give you comfort.

Stories can seem like tragedies, depending where they stopped.