Lee was too cool by nature to rage at fate; his manner was to raise an eyebrow and greet it laconically.

Fate was a reality, but it wasn’t a beautiful or angelic thing. It was a heart-wrenching nightmare. And we’d fallen blindly into it. We had no escape. It was happening, and it was up to...

Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

You don’t choose what to believe. Belief chooses you.

Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.

As lines, so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet; But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite, can never meet. Therefore the love which us doth bind, But Fate so enviously debars, Is...

What must it be like to have such faith in the world, in plans, in your own ability to control your fate? It was contagious, that’s what it was. I could not help it. I...

Fate lies in our hands, its just that we need to be brave enough to read it & desire enough to change it

Fate lies in wait like a fucking time bomb, rearranging and aligning the stars to its own satisfaction. Then, one day, it detonates right in your face and all you want to do is not...

Man doeth this and doeth that from the good or evil of his heart; but he knows not to what end his sense doth prompt him; for when he strikes he is blind to where...

Why?” She asked in a confused whisper. “Out of all the women in the world, why did you choose this mortal?””Because fate drove me to you.

Luck Doesn’t Exist in one’s world, its the unexplainable and the unexpected that makes some question fate

Sacredness and profanity and prayers and wishes: they’re all held together by the broken limbs of this dead tree, raking the night sky with its blackened branches. We are so small, the two of us....

Take it from me, Fate doesn’t care most of the time.

So what is love then is it dictated or chosen (handed down and made by hand)Does it sing like the hymns of a thousand yearsOr is it just pop emotion (handed down and made by...

Hope – or perhaps delusion – was a flame that had stayed lit, even though its scorching light would hurt. It had refused to go out.

I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone...

These days, all I ask of Fate is that the people she hurls into my life, whether they are evil or good, or morally bipolar, should be amusing to one degree or another. This is...

Each individual has a special calling and responsibility.

Not to do as the child wishes would be wrong because he is born on a path, and it would be evil, a crime against nature to make him deny his spirit.

Pursuit of desires, divine passions.

Go realize your dreams.

No one’s fate is of any interest to you except your own.

Chance. It weaves through our lives like a golden thread, sometimes knotting, tangling, and breaking along the way. Loose threads are left hanging, but the in and out, the back and forth continues, the weaving...

Grappling with fate is like meeting an expert wrestler: to escape, you have to accept the fall when you are thrown. The only thing that counts is whether you get back up.

Time beats up cream for those who are ready for having the dessert.

Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.

I’ve grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, ‘can’t breathe’ kind of space inside of myself and I’m afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.

We have a need to control our destiny, but destiny is uncontrollable. We struggle against this paradox and embrace the journey. For those who are determined to be the masters of their own fate, they...

Where did you go?” His voice drops just slightly and loses even the suggestion of a smile.He’s watching me like he’s not sure he’s allowed to ask the question, and he’s not even sure he...

We can’t change our fate, because we can’t change something which doesn’t exist.

You go into the office and take a book or two from the shelves. You read a few lines, like your life depended on reading ’em right. But you know your life doesn’t depend on...

Predictability is not how things will go, but how they can go.

The unconscious fabric of human destiny had done with her, unraveling all her grievances and reweaving them as joyous circumstance.

The act of living one’s own destiny includes a series of stages that are far beyond our understanding, whose objective is always to… make us learn the lessons necessary to fulfill our own destiny.

For Fate/ The willing leads, the unwilling drags along.

The fine thing about pacts with the devil is that when you sign them you are well aware of their conditions. Otherwise, why would you be recompensed with hell?

Whatever limits us, we call Fate

In England I am not English, in India I am not Indian. I am chained to the 1,000 square miles that is Trinidad; but I will evade that fate yet.

And I was your moon because I shined brighter than any other star in your universe and you were my darkness. Without you I could not see the depth of my light and with you...

Fate rolls with laughter in the distance.

Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations. Tools such as compassion, trust, empathy, love, and ethical discernment are already in our possession....

I was afraid, sheer afraid, and wondered at myself. You see, I’ve no more pluck than any man of my inches but I’d been about a good bit. I’d seen adventure and heard other fellows...

I willingly accept Cassandra’s fateTo speak the truth, although believed too late.

I believe that life is written out for you, it maps out your life to make you happy, but what I’ve been living for the past four years is my unwritten life…

Patience is the antidote to the restless poison of the Ego. Without it we all become ego-maniacal bulls in china shops, destroying our future happiness as we blindly rush in where angels fear to tread....

I thought about one of my favorite Sufi poems, which says that God long ago drew a circle in the sand exactly around the spot where you are standing right now. I was never not...

Fate, up against your will.

Being in love with your best friend is problematic.

What we expect rarely occurs; what we don’t expect is what happens.