Fate Quotes - Page 3

...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone

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.

Fate," Blue replied, glowering at her mother, "is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.

There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...

I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.

You often meet your fate on the road you take to avoid it.

Fate loves the fearless.

Sometimes you imagine that everything could have been different for you, that if only you had gone right one day when you chose to go left, you would be living a life you could never have anticipated. But at other times you think there was no other way forward-that you were always bound to end up exactly where you have.

We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.

I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.

The best laid schemes o' mice an' men gang aft agley.

Whatever is going to happen will happen, whether we worry or not.

Surely if we knew what bitterness fate held in store, we would shrink back in fear and let the cup of life pass us by untasted.

We are all of us born with a letter inside us, and that only if we are true to ourselves, may we be allowed to read it before we die.

We can't choose our fate, but we can choose others. Be careful in knowing that.

And where, I ask you, can a man escape to, when he hasn’t enough madness left inside him? The truth is an endless death agony. The truth is death. You have to choose: death or lies. I’ve never been able to kill myself.

I willingly accept Cassandra's fate
To speak the truth, although believed too late.

I could watch him do this until morning - never asking questions and never interrupting his work. I worship quietly - his intense focus and attention to detail and then, out of no where, I realize the inconvenient, inappropriate truth: ‘I love this man… and it has swallowed me.