Quotes About Fate

I'll see you where the roads meet.

Caiu uma tonelada de ferro batido. Se houvesse alguém olhando, teria notado que a roda caiu mais depressa do que a gravidade poderia explicar. Teria notado que ela caiu enviesada, quase como se fosse atraída pelo dracus. Quase como se o próprio Tehlu a tivesse direcionado para a fera com mão vingativa. Mas não havia ninguém para ver a verdade das coisas. E não havia nenhum deus a guiá-la. Apenas eu.

Patrick Rothfuss

Denna es una criatura salvaje—expliqué—. Como una cierva o una tormenta de verano. Si una tormenta derribara tu casa, o derribara un árbol, no dirías que la tormenta era mala. Era cruel. Actuó conforme a su naturaleza y, desgraciadamente, produjo daños. Con Denna pasa lo mismo.»

In our plays, if the Cthaeh's tree is shown in the distance in the backdrop, you know the story is going to be the worst kind of tragedy. It's put there so the audience knows what to expect. So they know everything will go terribly wrong in the end.

E poi? Che cosa avrebbe fatto poi? Non lo sapeva. Forse avrebbe ripreso la sua solita vita, forse si sarebbe sposato, forse avrebbe generato un figlio, forse non avrebbe fatto nulla, forse sarebbe morto. Gli era del tutto indifferente. Pensarci gli sembrava assurdo come pensare a quello che avrebbe fatto dopo la propria morte: naturalmente nulla. Nulla che già fin d'ora potesse sapere.

I believe in things that go bump in the night, but I don't believe in coincidence.

Paths that cross will cross again.

It was an unexpected encounter that slowly altered the course of my life.

Time to travel, to acquiesce to fate.

Fate has a hand but is not the hand.

I know that you are concerned about the fate of the driver, he said, but it's out of our hands. He placed us in real jeopardy and in the end my concern was for you. —Oh, I wasn't afraid. —Yes, he said, that's why I was concerned.

Having no past we have only present and future. We would all like to believe that we came from nowhere but ourselves, every gesture is our own. But then we find we belong to the history and fate of a long line of beings that also may have wished to be free

I did not ask the sign how my husband fared in whatever space was allotted to him in the universe. I did not ask the fate of Sandy. Or Sam. Those things are forbidden, as entreating the angels with prayer. I know that very well, one cannot ask for a life, or two lives. One can only warrant the hope of an increasing potency in each man's heart.

Much later, when he was able to think about the things that happened to him, he would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

You think it will never happen to you, that it cannot happen to you, that you are the only person in the world to whom none of these things will ever happen, and then, one by one, they all begin to happen to you, in the same way they happen to everyone else.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

the world as it was could never be more than a fraction of the world, for the real also consisted of what could have happened but didn't, that one road was no better or worse than any other road, but the torment of being alive in a single body was that at any given moment you had to be on one road only, even though you could have been on another, traveling toward an altogether different place.

Stories without endings can do nothing but go on forever, and to be caught in one means that you must die before your part in it is played out.

He would conclude that nothing was real except chance.

I tend to think that everything counts. In the end, each life is no more than the sum of contingent facts, a chronicle of chance intersections, of flukes, of random events that divulge nothing but their own lack of purpose.

He knew that his wings could ignite at any moment, but the closer he came to touching the fire, the more he sensed that he was fulfilling his destiny. As he put it in his journal that night: If I mean to save my life, then I have to come within an inch of destroying it.

The world is so unpredictable. Things happen suddenly, unexpectedly. We want to feel we are in control of our own existence. In some ways we are, in some ways we're not. We are ruled by the forces of chance and coincidence.