destiny

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart?

With every sunrise, we get to choose ... who we are, what we believe, and how we will live the life the gods have given us. We can__ always choose our circumstances. No. The Fates do that. But we can always choose who we will be and how we will be within them.

To lead and live the life of your dream, you must arise and be in-charge of the authorship of your own destiny.

I have seen or heard of no other man whom destiny treated with such enmity as it did Philoktetes

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it__ just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to be hurt,Of all the hearts in the world, you choose mine to break_Why did you leave me I ask myself every morning and dawn?Why my love was incomplete tell me why you were gone?A silence surrounds my heart and fills it again with despair,Oh this pain is just too much, and the damage beyond repair,Please come back baby, just come back and bring that old smile,Or just come to see me every once in a while,So my heart no more bleeds, and no more my soul aches,So I can be peaceful after my death, in my ashes and burnt flakes_

that droplet of moisture that had slipped from me like a tear seemed almost to tell the story of my life. It fell through empty space, with no control whatsoever over its destiny; rolled along a path of silk; and somehow came to rest there on the teeth of that dragon. I thought of the petals I__ thrown into the Kamo River shallows outside Mr. Arashino__ workshop, imagining they might find their way to the Chairman. It seemed to me that, somehow, perhaps they had.

Strange where our passions carry us, floggingly pursue us, forcing upon us unwanted dreams, unwelcome destinies.

Everyone wears masks.They come in all different shapes and sizes.The only problem with trying one on is that it fits. How easily we fall into the trap that we don__ have to be who we really are.How easily we convince ourselves that we need to cover up what we were born to be.It__ a tragedy that fear keeps us from our destiny.It__ hell when the person you were created to be is covered up by some cheap imposter

. . . the mysteries, on belief in which theology would hang the destinies of mankind, are cunningly devised fables whose origin and growth are traceable to the age of Ignorance, the mother of credulity.

You can't change where you come from, but you can change where you go from here. Just like a book. If you don't like the ending, you can make up a new one.

To paraphrase Forrest Gump, "Ugly is, as Ugly does!

Karma is often wrongly confused with the notion of a fixed destiny. It is more like an accumulation of tendencies that can lock us into particular behavior patterns, which themselves result in further accumulations of tendencies of a similar nature... But is is not necessary to be a prisoner of old karma.

He is holding a book.Inside the book is the Universe.

What'd you think would happen when you died? That the prophecy would just be over and we'd all be like, oops, guess we got that one wrong?

It__ almost as if we don__ need to live our lives or feel our feelings at all, because someone already told us what the ending was going to be.

That felt strange. How sharp a rent a handful of moments made in the fabric of a life.

Sweep my dreams not beneath my feet. Be somewhere that my steps won't meet. Breaking the broom isn't a must. Don't mistake unmoved dreams for dust

No price is too high to pay, to be the author of your fate.