destiny

It isn't about knowing the most stories, child. It is about carrying the ones that are most important and passing them along.

Your problem is that you__e more like an empty book and you__e waiting on someone else to write your pages for you. For someone who doesn__ believe in fate, destiny and all that shit, you seem to spend an awful lot of time waiting for something to happen to you.

Don__ try to present your art by making other people read or hear or see or touch it; make them feel it. Wear your art like your heart on your sleeve and keep it alive by making people feel a little better. Feel a little lighter. Create art in order for yourself to become yourselfand let your very existence be your song, your poem, your story.Let your very identity be your book.Let the way people say your name sound like the sweetest melody.

The pain and the sadness that you encounter when you lose something important is only a mix of one emotion: guilt. When you feel it once, you learn from it. When you live it twice, you mourn in silence. But if you experience it thrice, you will break, shattering like a frail piece of glass. But if you manage to survive, then you will only be a shadow of your soul: a broken doll. Because we are nothing more than mere puppets of Destiny, holding tightly on the string that keeps us from being consumed by the darkness. The string that will eventually lead humankind to its pinnacle.A simple red string named Hope.

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Only in stillness the windOnly from ice the flame.When all were Nameless, the wise will tellIt was only by knowing the otherThat they came to know themselves.

Most people trusted in the future, assuming that their preferred version of it would unfold.

Can't you see there's a determinism about the fate of nations? They all seem to get what they deserve in the long run.

Any creature, even one as unassuming as a fish, can become something mighty. When they courageously endure their trials, they meet their destiny.

I believe in transhumanism: once there are enough people who can truly say that, the human species will be on the threshold of a new kind of existence, as different from ours as ours is from that of Peking man. It will at last be consciously fulfilling its real destiny.

Now that you__e here, now that they know you exist, you__l never be free again. Ever. We__e prisoners to our books, our fates planned long before we were born. You__e no different than us. Fight your fate all you want, but deep down you know it__ true.

Why would you want to be free of your destiny? Nothing else will satisfy. As for freedom, that's a matter of the heart. Pursue your destiny, and you'll find your freedom along the way.

But, Mameha-san, I don__ want kindness!___on__ you? I thought we all wanted kindness. Perhaps what you mean is that you want something more than kindness. And that is something you__e in no position to ask.

Life's situations are like a set of cards in your hands.You cannot change the cards, but you can surely play with them in your own unique way.

My life will end someday, but it will end at my convenience.

Never underrate your confession. Destiny transformation begins when you begin to make positive confession about yourself

Somewhere out there, a higherform of sadism, won the first round.Well, screw that. I'm not ready to bepwned.

Prior preparation is Success divided by half. Once you have fully prepared, every hand glove that obstacles wear to pull you away from reaching your destination will become slippery!