Fate Quotes
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If you are blessed with great fortunes. . . you may love your fate. But your fate never guarantees the security of those great fortunes. As soon as you realize your helplessness at the mercy of your fate, you are again in despair. Thus the hatred of fate can be generated not only by misfortunes, but also by great fortunes. Your hatred of fate is at the same time your hatred of your self. You hate your self for being so helpless under the crushing power of fate.
T. K. Seung
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We sailed away on a winter's dayWith fate as malleable as clayBut ships are fallible, I sayAnd the nautical, as all things, fades.
Joanna Newsom
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Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.
John Milton
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Look at the fate of summer flowers, which blow at daybreak, droop ere even-song.
William Wordsworth
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Better to wait and yearn, and still to wait, And die at last with unappeased desire, Than live to be the jest of such a fate, For that is my conception of hell-fire.
Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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No more generations of our youth, here and all around the world, whose life is over, whose fate has been sealed, who have been condemned to an early death or a life of misery and brutality, whom the system has destined for oppression and oblivion even before they are born. I say no more of that.
Bob Avakian
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Austerity need not be Europe's fate.
Francois Hollande
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Lucky he who has been educated to bear his fate, whatsoever it may be, by an early example of uprightness, and a childish training in honor.
William Makepeace Thackeray
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Toil is the lot of all, and bitter woe
The fate of many.
Homer
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Fate laughs at probabilities.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton
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'You are certain you can keep the truth from her?' 'Sure,' Ed said confidently. 'I know I can.' 'All right.' The Old Man nodded slowly. 'I will send you back. But you must tell no one.' He swelled visibly. 'Remember: you will eventually come back to me - everyone does, in the end - and your fate will not be enviable.'
Philip K. Dick
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Out of the night that covers me, Black as the Pit from pole to pole, I thank whatever gods may be For my unconquerable soul. In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced nor cried aloud. Under the bludgeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds, and shall find, me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll. I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
Benjamin E. Sasse
