Quotes About Fate

Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice, but falling in love with you I had no control over.

The very flexibility and ease which make men's friendships so agreeable while they endure, make them the easier to destroy and forget. And a man who has a few friends, or one who has a dozen (if there be any one so wealthy on this earth), cannot forget on how precarious a base his happiness reposes; and how by a stroke or two of fate --a death, a few light words, a piece of stamped paper, a woman's bright eyes --he may be left, in a month, destitute of all.

They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are thunder and lightning.

Chance is the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign

A good marriage is at least 80 percent good luck in finding the right person at the right time. The rest is trust.

Marriage is a lottery, but you can't tear up your ticket if you lose.

The main difference for the history of the world if I had been shot rather than Kennedy is that Onassis probably wouldn't have married Mrs Khrushchev.

The ritual of marriage is not simply a social event; it is a crossing of threads in the fabric of fate. Many strands bring the couple and their families together and spin their lives into a fabric that is woven on their children.

They say marriages are made in Heaven. But so is thunder and lightning.

If there is a meaning in life at all, then there must be a meaning in suffering. Suffering is an ineradicable part of life, even as fate and death. Without suffering and death human life cannot be complete.

Wedding is destiny, And hanging likewise

Marriage is an Athenic weaving together of families, of two souls with their individual fates and destinies, of time and eternity - everyday life married to the timeless mysteries of the soul.

I should have grabbed you the first time I saw you riding in your pa's corral, pretty Maizy. I should have known that minute that I'd just met the love of my life." And there, he'd just said it.

The men had nothing to live for, so they got drunk and drove off at ninety miles an hour in a car without lights, without brakes, and without destination, to die a warrior's death.

WHERE ONE OF THEM GOES, OTHER ONE FOLLOWS YOU INVITING LOVE HE ALSO BRINGING SORROWS. KATE

You look back on some little decision you made and realize all the things that happened because of it, and you think to yourself "if only I'd known," but, of course, you couldn't have known.

Odd, isn't it? You know when your birthday is, but not your death day, even though you pass the date year after year, never suspecting that some day…

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born.

But remember, child, we may all have our own story and destiny, and sometimes our seemingly bad fortune, but we're all part of a greater story too. One that transcends the soil, the wind, time... even our own tears. Greater stories will have their way.

Today was the day a thousand dreams would die and a single dream would be born. The wind knew. It was the first of June, but cold gusts bit at the hilltop citadelle as fiercely as deepest winter, shaking the windows with curses and winding through drafty halls with warning whispers. There was no escaping what was to come.

Maybe now it was I who would become the assassin.

You two seemed inevitable.

Seconds could change everything. Seconds could erase one path and send you reeling down another.

Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving goes on. It doesn't stop.