Quotes About Fate

When the imagination is not controlled and the attention not steadied on the feeling of the wish fulfilled, then no amount of prayer or piety or invocation will produce the desired effect. When you can call up at will whatsoever image you please, when the forms of your imagination are as vivid to you as the forms of nature, you are master of your fate.

When a man learns the art of thinking from the end, that man is master of his fate. For he defines his end, he formulates an aim in life, and then feels himself right into the situation of that end.

Your destiny is that which you must inevitably experience. Really it is an infinite number of individual destinies, each of which when attained is the starting place for a new destiny.

A change of feeling is a change in destiny.

A Change of Feeling, Is a Change of Destiny" –

To the unenlightened man, this will seem to be all fantasy, yet all progress comes from those who do not take the accepted view, nor accept the world as it is. As was stated heretofore, if you can imagine what you please, and if the forms of your thought are as vivid as the forms of nature, you are by virtue of the power of your imagination, master of your fate.

Stop looking for signs. Signs follow; they do not precede. Begin to reverse the statement, "Seeing is believing," to "Believing is seeing." Start now to believe, not with the wavering confidence based on deceptive external evidence but with an undaunted confidence based on the immutable law that you can be that which you desire to be. You will find that you are not a victim of fate but a victim of faith (your own).

As the appearance of our world is determined by the particular state with which we are fused, so may we determine our fate as individuals by fusing our imaginations with ideals we seek to realise. On the distinction between our states of consciousness depends the distinction between the circumstances and conditions of our lives. Man, who is free in his choice of state, often cries to be saved from the state of his choice.

But I didn't give it more weight than that then, not yet realising you can turn a corner and find your life waiting there for you, and that if you walked past it, it would come after

although she doesn't know it yet here's Love and Death in the same breath

you can turn a corner and find your life waiting there for you, and that if you walked past it, it would come after and keep tapping you on the shoulder.

The imporant things in life never happened by accident. But even with those things that were meant to be, sometimes you had to wait awhile and then maybe give them a little nudge.

thos anthrp?i daím?n Character for man is fate. Heraclitus

Maybe we've lived a thousand lives before this one and in each of them we've found each other... I know I've spent each life before this one searching for you. Not someone like you but you, for your soul and mine must always come together.

These what-if equations have kept her life static since adolescence. And if life proves one thing, it's that the best laid plans don't necessarily lead to the best results.

Because what is fate, but that moment when you're playing the computer on the hardest difficulty setting, you've run out of life force and you make that one mistake. It's those excruciating moments that pass by like an eternity before that final hit comes. You know you've fucked up, and there's no way of going back. You can press pause as much as you like, but it won't stop what's going to happen.

Well, I said, if the past don't get you, the fucking future sure will.

Some part of me knew he would show up, that if I stood in one place long enough he would find me, like you're taught to do when you're lost. But they never taught us what to do if both of you are lost, and you both end up in the same place, waiting.

the prizing of the body, not as a minute to possess, in the rush of time, but as a being to love, in the light of eternity. Was this not the awful fate that lovers did not know they embraced when they cried For ever and ever?

The trigger has been squeezed, the deathly mechanism has been enabled, the fatal course of a bullet has been set. No amount of bleating or praying or wailing of cajoling can halt it or stall it or call it back.

They bared their teeth-the same muscles, the same sinews, the same teeth-in the same wild grin. The same-shaped arms swing over the same strong rib cages. The same long feet moved over the grass. And now they laughed like children. But they fought like dogs in the pit. They fought against fate.

She accepted the mantle of the uncanny and until the end of this journey it was her fate. It was her vision they marched to, into a future she had dreamt for them.

A spider only has to set at the edge of a puddle to catch the fly that dives to drink. A shrew has only to watch in turn for the spider. For the fly most come to the edge to drink, and the spider must follow the fly. Fate goes ever as it must.

She shines with your reflected wyrd.