The award for excessive success is eternal doubt and eventual failure.””So what, it’s stupid to even try?””No. It’s unwise to hope.”- Something Like Stardust

The author says people are guilty of “wrecking the present because the future was bound to be a wreck.

You can’t change the past. You can’t even change the future, in the sense that you can only change the present one moment at a time, stubbornly, until the future unwinds itself into the stories...

The same word passed through three minds, simultaneously, philosophical, fatalistic, the eternal refuge of the Italian: Pazienza….

From Orient PointThe art of living isn’t hard to muster:Enjoy the hour, not what it might portend.When someone makes you promises, don’t trust herunless they’re in the here and now, and just herwilling largesse free-handed...

Quinn seemed to have become one of a jaded philosophical society, a group of arcane deviates. Their raison d’etre was a kind of mystical masochism, forcing initiates toward feats of occult daredevilry – “glimpsing the...

I know that I’m doomed and I’m not going to struggle against my fate. I am only writing this down so that when you do not see me any more you will know that my...

La verdad, es que en el fondo soy un fatalista. Si a uno le llega la hora, da lo mismo un Boeing que la puntual maceta que se derrumba sobre uno desde un séptimo piso

The problem with Fate is that no matter how many times you call out to her, she has her own timing that’s irrelevant to whatever anyone else happens to be doing

Was die Menschen täglich ihre Entscheidungen nennen, ist nichts weiter als ein gut einstudiertes Spiel.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

The future is certain. It is just not known.

It is evident that we are hurrying onward to some exciting knowledge—some never-to-be-imparted secret, whose attainment is destruction.

There’s no such thing as probability,” she says, slowly, with minimal movement of her jaw. “Things turn out the way they do.

Submission, when it is submission to the truth — and when the truth is known to be both beautiful and merciful — has nothing in common with fatalism or stoicism as these terms are understood...

Determinism gives you the freedom to do whatever you like.

It ended by my almost believing (perhaps actually believing) that this was perhaps my normal condition. But at first, in the beginning, what agonies I endured in that struggle! I did not believe it was...

La fatalité triomphe dès que l’on croit en elle.

All through the night, men looked at the sky and were saddened by the stars.

[T]his readiness to assume the guilt for the threats to our environment is deceptively reassuring: We like to be guilty since, if we are guilty, it all depends on us. We pull the strings of...

Fatalism accounts for life as a whole. Whatever happens can be fit within the large generality of individuation, or my journey, or growth. Fatalism comforts, for it raises no questions. There’s no need to examine...

Qu’importe, mon Dieu, que je brûle toute l’éternité en enfer, si c’est ta volonté.