Quotes About Fate

You are mistaking me for someone with choices, Froi. I don't have choices.

Two best friends traveled from the Burdekin in North Queensland sometime in the 1960s and walked into the Union and fell in love with Grace. Tom finch was the smarter talker of the two and won first round, marrying her before his name came up in the lottery sending him to Vietnam on a tour of duty. He never returned. The heartbroken, patient one, Bill Mackee, grieved a best friend and married the love of his life, adopting the twins when they were four years old.

Everyone agreed that Lucian would ruin this.

Finnikin met her eyes, wanting desperately to make sense of her request. Why Pietrodore? But in a moment the realization hit, and he smiled in wonder. "It's not chance, Trevanion," he said, kicking the golden carpet of leaves at his feet. He ran back toward her, sliding part of the way until he could grab her by the waist and swing her around. "You are a goddess, Evanjalin of the Monts.

Somos juguetes en manos de los dioses —admitió el sacerdote real—. Pero somos los mortales los que les proporcionamos las herramientas para que nos conviertan en eso.

The gods do make playthings of us," the priest-king acknowledged. "But it is we mortals who provide them with the tools.

And if the gods were to give me a choice between living a better life, having not met them, or a wretched life with the slightest chance of crossing their path, then I'd pick the wretched life over and over again.

Mia's mother, Nonna Celia, is to blame for that, because she's a prophet of doom. Every time I'd ask her if we could go someplace the next day or next week, her reply would be, "We might not live that long." If I'd say, "See you tomorrow," her answer would be, "If that's what God wants." Leaving so much to fate has kept me an insomniac for most of my life...

What if she's all I give you in this life of ours, my love?" she asked quietly. "Then I'll shout at the goddess in fury," he said fiercely. "I'll beg to know why I've been given so much when other men have so little.

But of course the universe does not conspire to put you in one place rather than another

We do not consider the kingdom damned," Lord August said politely. "We prefer not to use that word." "What would you call it, Lord August?" Finnikin asked. "A little magic? A slight curse? A bit of bad luck?

No ha sido capaz esa mirada tuya de evitar que te ocurriera algo malo?

The gods do make playthings of us. But it is we mortals who provide them with tools.

You. I've spent my life waiting for you.' -Keenan

Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor. [Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.

I still dream that it was you. No matter how many times I've looked, in my dreams it's always been you who were meant to be my queen.

Some mortals--like you--are already half in love with death. It is who you are, and I'll not make it harder on you by telling you things you don't need to know. Ask me again when you die. Then I'll tell you everything, anything, nothing.

Everything happens for a reason. My aunt Juanita lost her trailer in a tornado, but when she got her insurance settlement she got enough money to buy a new, black all-lace body suit. So she now sees the inside of lots of trailers. Dreams do come true.

the plan will happen in spite of us, not because of us.

Whom the gods love dies young.

What's the point of flinching? Whatever is coming comes anyway.

Whether the melon falls on the knife or the knife falls on the melon, it's the melon that suffers." And so it would appear to me

Character determines fate.

A morte, afinal, é uma corda que nos amarra as veias. O nó está lá desde que nascemos. O tempo vai esticando as pontas da corda, nos estancando pouco a pouco.