Quotes About Fate

Already several prophecies of ours have applied to insignificant trifles, and what rests upon dreams is apt to be vain. (The Circle of Myths: Cyrus)

So we, in thoughtless play, twist the first gleaming and silky threads of the fatal cord which will cling about our necks, fastened beyond hope of release, as long as our lives shall last!

And I knew that she said truly; for indeed to live only to know the pains, the needs, the agonies, and the travails that lie in living, is a hard fate, though it be the fate of millions.

Believe me, it is the light or the darkness of our own fate that either gives "greenness to the grass and glory to the flower," or leaves both sickly, wan, and colorless.

Fortune and love favour the brave.

All human things hang on a slender thread, the strongest fall with a sudden crash.

The cause is hidden, but the result is well known.

The gods have their own rules.

Your lot is mortal: not mortal is what you desire.

Chance is always powerful. Let your hook be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.

I've come to believe that everything in life is worked out in advance. So whenever bad shit happens, there ain't nothing you can do about it. You've just gotta ride it out. And eventually death will come, like it comes to everyone.

Someone's gonna die before this is over,' I said to Doc McGhee. [...] 'I don't think someone's gonna die, Ozzy. I think we're all gonna die.'

A közkelet? tréfa szerint magyarnak lenni, illetve afféle kelet-, közép-, közép-kelet-európainak lenni – az pech. Ez a Hrabal azt mondja, így gondolta az író, hogy ez nem így van, nem pech, hanem tragédia, ide születni, az tragédia, sÅ't még ennél is több: komédia. Szóval dráma.

Aki él, nem rejtÅ'zhet el. Szép lassan minden megtörténik az emberrel. Zsugorodik a zsugori idÅ'.

I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.

Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.

I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

Accidents, try to change them-it's impossible. The accidental reveals man.

Rodolfo, su hijo, trató de retenerlo, Reyes se zafó. «La suerte está echada», dicen que dijo, y puso su caballo al trote; «por imprudente y engreído», diría Mondragón más tarde.

A whole section of the family tree is pruned and primped and assessed as I politely sit there. Overall, I detect that the tree is fine: its leaves gently turning in the breeze of life. We have no scandal blight, no limb-wrenching storms of fate, no bad apples. I wonder what it is like when the Kennedys sit around for a disk check like this.

Intuition is nothing more than the most likely junction of the thing called will and the thing called chance.

If not for the second-worst mistake of Grace Healey's life, she never would have found the suitcase.

Those were certainly better odds than Candace had ever had before.