fate

I have brought you a hero__ fate, and a hero__ fate is never happy. It is never anything but tragic.

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 the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.

The control of information makes history.

Maybe he was overwhelmed, like I am overwhelmed, by that mysterious intersection where love meets luck, where fate meets will. Because he'd been waiting for her. And there she was.

Most people live life on the path we set for them. Too afraid to explore any other. But once in a while people like you come along and knock down all the obstacles we put in your way. People who realize free will is a gift, you'll never know how to use until you fight for it.

...maybe that's why this all went wrong. Like fate saying 'hey, you rush me so I'll fuck up everything for you guys.

She had the hard, half-apathetic expression of one who deems anything possible at the hands of time and chance, except perhaps fair play

Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.

Such sentences always end in silence, no matter how they may begin--indeed, this is the very essence of fate: that which we never quite manage to say.

He was angry; not as the irritable, from chafing of a trifle; nor was his anger like the fool's, pumped from the wells of nothing, to be dissipated by a reproach or a curse; it was the wrath peculiar to ardent natures rudely awakened by the sudden annihilation of a hope --dream, if you will-- in which the choicest happinesses were thought to be certainly in reach. In such case nothing intermediate will carry off the passion --the quarrel is with Fate.

The essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things.

If man could write his own fate, he would have designed his journey to be without obstacles. Yet all obstacles come with valuable lessons designed just for you and only you. Suffering is imposed on us time and again so that one day we would become brave wise masters. That is, a strong being who is confidently aware of their intended direction in life, and fearlessly adding value to the world and their future.

Because change creates opportunity, when we do it through purpose and awareness, we are working with the fates, and in turn they smile upon us.

You don__ fuck with fate, Oz, because she__l ass-rape you with no lube, wearing a spiked dildo.

Life is a wondrous journey that can be of your own making or a combination of fate and luck.

Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny _ that of the hunted.

There are no such things as accidents. Only fate redesigned.

Looking back on it now, I'd say one's thirties are a cruel age. At this point, I think of them as a time I whiled away unaware of the tide that can suddenly pull you out, beyond the shallows, into the sea of hardship, and even death