destiny

Reality is the raw material, language is the way I go in search of it - and the way I do not find it. But it is from searching and not finding that what I did not know was born, and which I instantly recognise. Language is my human effort. My destiny is to search and my destiny is to return empty-handed. But - I return with the unsayable. The unsayable can only be given to me through the failure of my language. Only when the construction fails, can I obtain what I could not achieve.

No matter what you do, no matter how far away you run, what__ written in the stars cannot be undone.

We can live such a more abundant life when we simply embrace the journey as much as we desire the destination.

Things happen that way if destiny so desires. The whole universe conspires to make it happen.

... you might have been born to work the land. But according to the fate you__e made for yourself, you were meant to save it.

I don't want to be the Starwife!" Ysabelle protested. "It isn't fair!"Her mother wavered; even now, it was not too late."You must fulfill your destiny," she said at last. "The Starwifeship is already yours. All that remains is for you to bring the amulet and the Starglass together. Once that is done, the power of the heavens will be yours to command. Use it wisely, for the forces locked within the Silver Acorn may be used for good or ill. On your journey, never be parted from it; always wear it about your neck.

But here is the thing about the stars and all of it's faults: We don't understand everything about it, but we still love it's beauty and wonder. We know of all the dangers, but we would still go there just because we wanted to touch the stars.

Many are of the mindset that a door will open for them one day. That is great, but what if no door opens for you in quite a long time?Do you continue to wait, or find an alternative?My answer to you is learn to create your own door. By so doing, you will create a future for yourself, and thus you can have control over your life and be the driver of your destiny.

Upon first glance I felt a sense of familiarity with you. Like we had been down this road a thousand times before, why I felt this with a complete stranger I am yet to know but I trust further down the road our chance meeting will make perfect sense.

I thin___ that both our lives and the potential directions our lives may go are predestined. By using our free will in making our life choices, we do nothing else but picking up one of many already predestined options. To us, it seems like we were making the decision, while in reality, we just selected one of many possibilities that were already a part of our destiny.___on__ you think God is so powerful that he can make us believe that we made some choices, when in actuality, he had made a choice for us?

Ah me!" said he, "what might have been is not what is!

The time is come," he spoke quietly. "Now, when lesser folk would wither, thou must be true to the blood of thine ancestors. Much greatness is bred in thee; accept now this terrible mantle and take a step nearer thy destiny.

You always have a choice. Destiny deals you your hand and what you do with the cards is up to you

Well, you may think you have all your ducks in a row, that your life is sorted. You might have the perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect life, nothing to worry about and then something can come along and end all of that in a second. It__ absolutely beyond your control. You can__ plan for unexpected things. And then people start saying, as a way of coping with this latest catastrophe, that it was meant to happen, it was fate. It__ not fate, it__ not some greater force out there. It__ just life and you cannot control life.

It's filled with magic that's how I know if something's real.

Destiny is for people in books about magical swords. It's a lot of crap.

The drums are slamming, rhythmic, exciting. As the minutes pass, it feels to me like we are collectively pulling the year 2004 toward us. Like we have roped it with our music, and now we are hauling it across the night sky like it's a massive fishing net, brimming with all our unknown destinies. And what a heavy net it is, indeed, carrying as it does all the births, deaths, tragedies, wars, love stories, inventions, transformations and calamities that are destined for all of us this coming year.

Will you not see?_ she cried. __ou are not as other men are. Why need you bow to a Fate? Can you not change it?