Quotes About Fate

It was as their lady, dealer of wyrd and woe, that she judged the miserable bandits they chased down, the children, women, and men hauled cowering in groups of bramble thickets, hiding in twos in an overstood coppice, or sniveling along in a half-eaten bud in the lee of a rock.

How does she feel about leaving her family? But it was always her wyrd.

Belonging was not a seer's wyrd.

One day, to suit some purpose of their own, her mother or her uncle would pluck her from her life and send her to live in a fen with a man she didn't know. In the world of skirt and sword, it was part of her wyrd. But not all her wyrd, and not yet. There was so much to learn, so much to know.

Light of the world. This was what she knew. This was who she was. Her wyrd had been before she was. She chose this path, this place, because she had always chosen.

The two reeked of wyrd.

The king would never let Hild go, not now. Not until she was dead or of no more use.

Sinner, his mouth said, doomed sinner and no more my rival.

What mattered was the truth, rising like birdsong, like the scent of flowers opening to the sun, of her wyrd. Cian's hand beneath hers. It always had been so. It had always been meant to be so. Fate goes over as it must.

Here, now, they were building a great pattern, she could feel it, and she would trace its shape one day: that was her wyrd, and fate goes on as it must. Today she was swearing to it, swearing here, with her people.

She was baptised to Christ-their name for the pattern, her path, her wyrd. She was still herself.

The lake was her destiny; her path to it lay through this knight.

This is your wyrd," Hild said. "You'll be a queen. You'll have children.

Wyrd never flowed along expected paths.

The sword called to her, and somehow Arturus felt it.

Man's freedom does not free him from necessity. But twists it into unforeseeable consequences.

Either we learn from Greek tragedy how to read human history, or we never learn how to read it.

Our last hope lies in the injustice of God.

In general, "historical necessity" turns out to be merely a name for human stupidity.

Nobody is ignorant of the fact that historical events are made up of four factors: necessity, coincidence, spontaneity, freedom. Nevertheless, it is rare to find a historiographical school that does not seek to reduce them to a single factor.

The 'wheel of fortune' is a better analogy for history than the 'evolution of humanity.

A revolutionary discovers the "true spirit of the revolution" only when he stands in front of a revolutionary tribunal sentencing him to death.

Worauf steuert die Welt zu? Auf dieselbe Vergänglichkeit, aus der sie kommt.

The universe takes revenge on those who treat it as an inanimate mechanism not by making them die humiliated, but rather prosperous and brutish.