fate

We belong to a nation, whose fate is to shoot at the enemy with diamonds.

Fighting with your fate is equal to fight with God.

Clever how the cosmos can, in a single portent, be ingratiating yet sadistic.

True love should not have to lie, cheat, or steal. The best kind of love finds you when you need it most.

Nothing that happens to you was meant to be. The only thing about you that was meant to be is you. Blaze your own trail.

One great pleasure of being a writer is possessing the power to determine the fate of my characters and how the story will end.

If the dark side wants you, it will come to you regardless of what you try to do to avoid it

I love fortune readings! because when I get in troubles, if the reading says that I am in a lucky day, I can think my troubles are just some kind of mistakes, and if the reading says that I am in the unlucky day, I can think that my troubles are just because of my bad luck. Either ways, I can know the reason of my troubles.

The unknown is scary the Unknown can also be exciting. Your life could change in an instant anytime. But sometimes, that change is the best thing that will ever happen to you.Maybe I don__ have to know what my fate is to know that everything will be okay. Maybe the not knowing is how we move forward. Wherever I__ headed, I know it__ exactly where I__ supposed to be.

Jealousy is when you want something that you can__ have, something that doesn't belong to you. Being protective is defending what__ yours._ He leaned in, his hand closing around my jaw as his nose skimmed up to mine. __nd you better believe that I__l be protecting what__ mine.

Heavenly onwards!

Fate doesn__ care about family. When the time is up, she nicks at the thread

To stand up for someone was to stitch your fate into the lining of theirs.

A Resilient Person do not need of good fortune.

With riddles as black as coals, and answers as invisible as our past, I can only depend upon the crest of the rolling wave I now traversed; a romance worshiped only by the dreamer in us all, a psithurism of trust making its way through the years of our ascension to one day climb above the kaleidoscopic canopy of this mortal coil.

The work of fate is a mystery

...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.

The ways of heaven are dark and intricate;Puzzled in mazes, and perplext with errors.