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While passing through an obscure nook of Notre Dame cathedral, Victor Hugo noticed the Greek work for fate carved in the stone. He imagined a tormented soul driven to engrave this word. From this seed sprang his monumental novel "The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
— Alexander Steele, Writing Fiction: The Practical Guide from New York's Acclaimed Creative Writing School
I guess it's funny how life turns out?" she tried. "Not last I checked," Errol said with a snort.
— Daniel Handler, We Are Pirates
Fate is a cruelly sweet fruit.
— Jun Mochizuki, Pandora Hearts 24巻
It is always a great honor to be the driver of your own car, to be the boss of your own fate!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
Now she knew where to find me, if it was written that we would meet again, we would. The important thing is to allow fate to intervene in our lives and to decide what is best for everyone.
— Paulo Coelho, The Witch Of Portobello
I mean, sometimes I wonder why God would grant a favor if trouble's just waiting around the corner? It feels disingenuous. If it's fate, then it's written in the stars, and we can't do much to avoid it.
— Stacey  Lee, Under a Painted Sky
And I would tell him, as we rise into the air, The curse is not that we cannot choose our Fates.The curse, the curse we all live under, is that we can.
— Alexander Chee, The Queen of the Night
At the end of the day,” he continued, “although many believe in fate, it’s those who go through life with independent thought alone who are the strongest.
— Adele          Rose
Sometimes fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing direction.
— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
Truth is the irony of fate.
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To everyone who kept staring at the horizon, it always seemed like the earth and sky met and kissed each other, the very thought of that seemed to make every single thing in the universe beautiful. But only the sky and earth knew the distance between them, only they knew the fact that they could never be together.
— Akshay Vasu
I seem to see ahead, in a kind of way. I know we are going to take a very long road, into darkness; but I know I can't turn back.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings
Fate was funny that way
—  it had its own way of changing our lives.
Such ordeals always strike one with their strangeness, their digression from the normal flow of events, and often provoke a universal protest: "Why me?" Be sure that this is not a question but an outcry. The person who screams it has been instilled with an astonishing suspicion that he, in fact, has been the perfect subject for a very specific "weird," a tailor-made fate, and that a prior engagement, in all its weirdness, was fulfilled at the appointed time and place.
— Thomas Ligotti, Noctuary
My mind held fast to that hot morning and the moment of coolness in the cabin. I could so easily re-enact every moment. Again-why had I gone back to exchange the beautiful charts at that precise moment? How many times would I, in whatever innocence, be compelled to choose the right time?
— Ernest K. Gann, Fate Is the Hunter
You will learn about the twinned natures of fate and faith, at times spun together in threads fine as cotton candy, that taste just as sweet and evaporate just as quick. It is not right to say that you will have her, because you cannot truly possess another person. Nor should you even want such a thing.
— Trevor Dodge, The Laws of Average
He is trapped underground, suddenly and unexpectedly close to death, but still in control of his fate. "At that moment I put death in my head and decided I would live with it," he says later.
— Héctor Tobar, Deep Down Dark: The Untold Stories of 33 Men Buried in a Chilean Mine, and the Miracle That Set Them Free
What do you call it when you end up right where you’re supposed to be?” Foster simply replies, “The perfect chemistry.
— Renee Ericson, More Than Us
Fate was a train that didn't stop until it reached its final destination.
— Tiffany Reisz, The Bourbon Thief
Fate. Sounds romantic.”“You must not know anything about mythology, then, Mr. McQueen. In all the old myths, the Fates were the villains.
— Tiffany Reisz, The Bourbon Thief
Mathematically speaking, the probable (that in 6,000,000,000 throws with a regular six-sided die the die will come up proximately 1 ,000,000,000 times) and the improbable (that in six throws with the same die the one will come approximately up six times) are not different in kind, but only in frequency, whereby the more frequent appears a priori more probable.But the occasional occurrence of the improbable does not imply the intervention of a higher power, something in the nature of a miracle, as the layman is so ready to assume. The term "probability" includes improbability at the extreme limits of probability, and when the improbable does occur this is no cause for surprise, bewilderment or mystification. Cf. Ernst Mally's Probability and Law, Hans Reichenbach The theory Probability, Whitehead and Russell's Principia Mathematica, von Mises' Probability, Statistics and Truth
— Max Frisch, Homo Faber
But they are many and he is alone.This has not come to pass yet, he thinks, this is not happening. I am not dying. This is my fate, what shall be. This is the future, it has not happened yet.
— John  French
Fearless fate!
— Lailah Gifty Akita
fearless face your fate.
— Lailah Gifty Akita
My arm began moving, turning the invisible crank of Death's music box. Somewhere inside, I didn't want the melody to end.
— Ruta Sepetys, Salt to the Sea
If I had spoken to him out loud, he would have understood the tragic fate of those who came back, left over, living dead. You must look at them carefully. Their appearance is deceptive. They are smugglers. They look like the others. They eat, they laugh, they love. The seek money, fame, love. Like the other. But it isn't true; they are playing, sometimes without even knowing it. Anyone who has seen what THEY have seen cannot be like the others, cannot laugh, love, pray, bargain, suffer, have fun, or forget. Like the others. You have to watch them carefully when they pass by an innocent-looking smokestack, or when they lift a piece of bread to their mouths. Something in them shudders and makes you turn your eyes away. These people have been amputated; they haven't lost their legs or eyes, but their will and their taste for life. The things they have seen will come to the surface again sooner or later. And then the world will be frightened and won't dare look these spiritual cripples in the eye.
— Elie Wiesel, All Rivers Run to the Sea
Attend to your own fate.
— Victoria Aveyard, Glass Sword
All precious things discovered lateTo those that seek them issue forth,For Love in sequel works with Fate,And draws the veil from hidden worth
— Alfred Tennyson
The only thing that gets in the way of our plans and objectives is fate. It has its own path for you whether it's fair or unjust.
— Gabriella Jording
Love is fate that ends in tragedy.
— Gabriella Jording
But it's this one boy, hanging over a barre, sharing his history, who ended up here with me, in this moment, by pure fate. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
— Jessica Calla, She Laughs In Pink
Whatever you do, do it with purpose. Being focused is not something to be ashamed of. It is something to be proud of. When you know what are you are doing and have a clear vision of where you are going, you will not need to chase opportunities. Opportunities will seek you. Happiness will chase you. And, instead of being a choice, you will be the one choosing.
— Najwa Zebian, Mind Platter
The Uncertainty Principle states that you can know where a particle is, or you can know where it's going, but you can't know both at the same time. The same, it turns out, is true of people. And when you try, when you look too closely, you get the Observer Effect. By trying to work out what's going on, you're interfering with destiny. A particle can be in two places at once. A particle can interfere with its own past. It can have multiple futures, and multiple pasts. The universe is complicated.
— Harriet Reuter Hapgood, The Square Root of Summer
The fate of the world depends on the triumph of the good people!
— Mehmet Murat ildan
The river of life, of mysterious laws and mysterious choice, flows past a deserted embankment; and along that other deserted embankment Charles now begins to pace, a man behind the invisible gun carriage on which rests his own corpse. He walks towards an imminent, self-given death? I think not; for he has at which to build; has already begun, though he would still bitterly deny it, thought there are tears in his eyes to support his denial, to realize that life, however advantageously Sarah may in some ways seem to fit the role of Sphinx, is not a symbol, is not one riddle and one failure to guess it, is not to inhabit one face alone or to be given up after one losing throw of the dice; but is to be, however inadequately, emptily, hopelessly into the city's iron heart, endured. And out again, upon the unplumb'd, salt, estranging sea.
— John Fowles, The French Lieutenant's Woman
Only in youth does coincidence seem the same as fate. Later, we know that the real course of our lives is decided within us; our paths may seem to diverge from our wishes in a confused and pointless way, but in the end the way always leads us to our invisible destination.
— Stefan Zweig
It was a sordid scene. Philip leaned over the rail, staring down, and he ceased to hear the music. They danced furiously. They danced round the room, slowly, talking very little, with all their attention given to the dance. The room was hot, and their faces shone with sweat. It seemed to Philip that they had thrown off the guard which people wear on their expression, the homage to convention, and he saw them now as they really were. In that moment of abandon they were strangely animal: some were foxy and some were wolflike; and others had the long, foolish face of sheep. Their skins were sallow from the unhealthy life the led and the poor food they ate. Their features were blunted by mean interests, and their little eyes were shifty and cunning. There was nothing of nobility in their bearing, and you felt that for all of them life was a long succession of petty concerns and sordid thoughts. The air was heavy with the musty smell of humanity. But they danced furiously as though impelled by some strange power within them, and it seemed to Philip that they were driven forward by a rage for enjoyment. They were seeking desperately to escape from a world of horror. The desire for pleasure which Cronshaw said was the only motive of human action urged them blindly on, and the very vehemence of the desire seemed to rob it of all pleasure. The were hurried on by a great wind, helplessly, they knew not why and they knew not whither. Fate seemed to tower above them, and they danced as though everlasting darkness were beneath their feet. Their silence was vaguely alarming. It was as if life terrified them and robbed them of power of speech so that the shriek which was in their hearts died at their throats. Their eyes were haggard and grim; and notwithstanding the beastly lust that disfigured them, and the meanness of their faces, and the cruelty, notwithstanding the stupidness which was the worst of all, the anguish of those fixed eyes made all that crowd terrible and pathetic. Philip loathed them, and yet his heart ached with the infinite pity which filled him.He took his coat from the cloak-room and went out into the bitter coldness of the night.
— W. Somerset Maugham, Of Human Bondage
Put off this sloth,' the master said, 'for shame!Sitting on feather-pillows, lying reclined Beneath the blanket is no way to fame -Fame, without which man's life wastes out of mind, Leaving on earth no more memorialThan foam in water or smoke upon the wind
— Dante Alighieri
A sweet fate oft hides a sinner's heart.
— George R.R. Martin, A Feast for Crows
Fate can be tricky and troublesome when not managed well.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
Sorrow and self-pity consume enormous quantities of energy. If you only can desist from feeling victimized by fate and look for a new solution instead, not only would you conserve old energies but at the same time also feel the surge of the new. New hope is kindled in the process.
— G.R. Gopinath
Fixed stars govern a life
— Sylvia Plath
One by one, they guessed aloud about what Lotto had meant by this sculpture: nautilus, fiddlehead, galaxy. Thread running off its spindle. Forces of nature, perfect in beauty, perfectly ephemeral, they guessed. He was too shy to say time. He’d woken with a dry tongue and the urge to make the abstract concrete, to build his new understanding: that this was the way that time was, a spiral.He loved the uselessness of all the effort, the ephemerality of the work. The ocean encroached, it licked their feet. It pushed around the outside wall of the spiral, fingering its way in. When the water had scooped the sand from the lifeguard's chair, revealing white like bone beneath, something broke, and the fragments spun into the future. This day would bend back and shine itself into everything.
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
We all know that joy and sorrow are entirely matters of fate and have nothing whatsoever to do with planning.
— Larissa Lai, Salt Fish Girl: A Novel
Merciful Heavens! but what do I care for the laws of nature and arithmetic, when, for some reason I dislike those laws and the fact that twice two makes four? Of course I cannot break through the wall by battering my head against it if I really have not the strength to knock it down, but I am not going to be reconciled to it simply because it is a stone wall and I have not the strength.
— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground, White Nights, The Dream of a Ridiculous Man, and Selections from The House of the Dead
Life is actually a self made web of fate.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
The only way to wrest yourself from Bad Luck's grip is to act. Not randomly, but with logical purpose. And if you were wrong, you backed up and re- A person can't sit on their ass and wait for Good Luck to walk by.reasoned. Chance still overrode your efforts, but what other way did you have to combat chaos?
— Lily Gardner, Betting Blind
Bad news. If you can see it coming, you brace yourself; you weigh the outcome. But there's always that niggling voice, that voice of hope whispering, 'Maybe it's good news.' Whether you can admit it or not, that little whisper is a potent thing.
— Lily Gardner, Betting Blind
I'm not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father's belt tied around my mother's blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.
— India Stoker
In the moonlight and under the stars Somehow your face seems clearer I revere your presence and remember We are warriors Thrusted onto this plane We are strong We must use our strength While bearing compassionIt's easy to get lost This place makes it so easy to get lost But- In the moonlight and under the stars Somehow your presence seems clearer And I remember We are warriors
— Nancy Navene
The beige linoleum floor turned into the ocean, crashed and crashed against Lotto's shins. He sat down. How swiftly things spun. Two minutes ago he'd been a kid, thinking about his nintendo system, worried about asymptotes and signs. Now he was, heavy, adult.
— Lauren Groff, Fates and Furies
It is important not to become a prisoner of fate.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
Trusting fate is like gambling on an unknown outcome with unknown consequences.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
Life is a wondrous journey that can be of your own making or a combination of fate and luck.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
Surrender to fate and you will never be fully contented.
— Steven Redhead, Life Is Simply A Game
I didn't ask to be made a princess."This time all three of them laugh, although it is gentle enough."Who chooses their fate?" It is the third one, the tallest. "Who asks to be born into the times that are theirs?""Well, who accepts the world only as it comes to them?" she says, too quickly.
— Guy Gavriel Kay, Under Heaven
To survive was to escape fate. But if you escape your fate, whose life do you then step into?
— Anne Michaels, Fugitive Pieces
Life's full of events - they occur and you adjust, you roll and move on. But at some point you realize some events are actually developments. You realize there's a big plan out there you know nothing about, and a development is a first step in that new direction. Sometimes things feel like big-time developmens but in time you adjust, you find a new way and realize they didn't throw you off course, they didn't change you. They were just events. The tricky part is telling the difference between the two.
— Adam Johnson, Fortune Smiles
Lost in these imaginary illusions I forgot my destiny – that of the hunted.
— Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
— Jorge Luis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths
Fate lies down the path for those strong enough to walk it.
— Marissa Honeycutt, The Life of Anna: The Complete Story
The teachings of the Saviour
—  testify of the truth.
We are all the authors of our own fates
—  but we have gotten so lost in the technicalities of forming letters and stringing words together that we've forgotten what it really means to write.
[That] was the cruelty of fate, whether you were dying at sea or simply trying to get through high school. Sometimes fate kissed you. Sometimes it snubbed you. Sometimes it passed you a love note, and that note was a lie.
— Kathy Hepinstall
She’s not the kind of girl you can easily forget,” Alex said, before sitting upright again and taking a deep breath. “She’s unforgettable.
— Charlie Maclean, Unforgettable
I have a proposition for you,” she said, trying for a businesslike tone. “A very sensible one. You see—” She paused to clear her throat. “I’ve been thinking about your problem.” “What problem?” Cam played lightly with the folds of her skirts, watching her face ale
— Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight
This is why there is something awful about human freedom. This power to make a choice which will never cease to reverberate.
— Jerome A. Miller, The Way of Suffering: A Geography of Crisis
One never knows what fate has in store.” Turning toward Rohan, Amelia discovered he was glancing over her in a slow inventory that spurred her heart into a faster beat. “I don’t believe in fate,” she said. “People are in control of their own destinies.” Rohan smiled. “Everyone, even the gods, are helpless in the hands of fate.” Amelia regarded him skeptically. “Surely you, being employed at a gaming club, know all about probability and odds. Which means you can’t rationally give credence to luck or fate or anything of the sort.” “I know all about probability and odds,” Rohan agreed. “Nevertheless, I believe in luck.” He smiled with a quiet smolder in his eyes that caused her breath to catch. “I believe in magic and mystery, and dreams that reveal the future. And I believe some things are written in the stars … or even in the palm of your hand.” Mesmerized, Amelia was unable to look away from him. He was an extraordinarily beautiful man, his skin as dark as clover honey, his black hair falling over his forehead in a way that made her fingers twitch with the urge to push it back. “Do you believe in fate too?” she asked Merripen. A long hesitation. “I’m a Roma,” he said. Which meant yes. “Good Lord, Merripen. I’ve always thought of you as a sensible man.” Rohan laughed. “It’s only sensible to allow for the possibility, Miss Hathaway. Just because you can’t see or feel something doesn’t mean it can’t exist.
— Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight
His eyes were above hers, and she saw that the golden-hazel irises were rimmed with black. “Miss Hathaway … you’re quite certain fate had no hand in our meeting tonight?” She couldn’t seem to breathe properly. “Qu-quite certain.” His head bent low. “And in all likelihood we’ll never meet again?” “Never.” He was too large, too close. Nervously Amelia tried to marshal her thoughts, but they scattered like spilled matchsticks … and then he set fire to them as his breath touched her cheek. “I hope you’re right. God help me if I should ever have to face the consequences.” “Of what?” Her voice was faint. “This.” His hand slid to the back of her neck and his mouth covered hers.
— Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight
You’ll have me,” Cam whispered. “You’ll have me, hummingbird. I’m your fate— even if you won’t admit it yet.
— Lisa Kleypas, Mine Till Midnight
I am called by many names: Destiny, Fate, Fortune; however, I prefer Moira, for it sounds as if I have a heart. I do not.I oversee human destinies, and all things happen exactly as I intend. Some try to deceive me, but I am Moira. I will not be cheated.
— Jeri Baird, Tokens and Omens
Let every man be master of his fate.
— Khalid Masood
Fate didn't stand in the way. Rather, they themselves were their own worst enemies.
— Michael R. Fletcher, Beyond Redemption
Pay attention to fate.... It will always have the last word.
— Lynn Cullen, Mrs. Poe
Fate.A word meaning destiny.Fate. A word meaning doom.
— Colleen Hoover, November 9
Your sacred right is to decide your own fate.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
If luck wouldn't find him, he would do his best to make his own.
— Michael Punke
What was glimpsed in Aquarius—what was envisioned, believed in, prophesied, predicted, doubted, and forewarned—is made, in Pisces, manifest. Those solitary visions that, but a month ago, belonged only to the dreamer, will now acquire the form and substance of the real. We were of our own making, and we shall be our own end.And after Pisces? Out of the womb, the bloody birth. We do not follow: we cannot cross from last to first. Aries will not admit a collective point of view, and Taurus will not relinquish the subjective. Gemini's code is an exclusive one. Cancer seeks a source, Leo, a purpose, and Virgo, a design; but these are projects undertaken singly. Only in the zodiac's second act will we begin to show ourselves: in Libra, as a notion, in Scorpio, as a quality, and in Sagittarius, as a voice. In Capricorn we will gain memory, and in Aquarius, vision; it is only in Pisces, the last and oldest of the zodiacal signs, that we acquire a kind of selfhood, something whole. But the doubled fish of Pisces, that mirrored womb of self and self-awareness, is an ourobouros of mind—both the will of fate, and the fated will—and the house of self-undoing is a prison built by prisoners, airless, door-less, and mortared from within. These alterations come upon us irrevocably, as the hands of the clock-face come upon the hour.
— Eleanor Catton, The Luminaries
We can decide our fate every day, when we love we will be loved.
— Ron Baratono
That is my rule of life. If fate means you to lose, give him a good fight anyhow. Do you remember Henley's magnificent lines? 'Under the bludgeonings of chanceMy head is bloody, but unbowed.' ? That is my gospel. What do you think of it?
— William McFee
I know, at the time it was an imperfect solution in an imperfect world.
— Andrew James Pritchard, One In an Eleven Million
It is impossible to know how the choices we make will change the course of our future, how a small break from a relationship might seal our fate, or how an inconsequential choice over something we deem temporary could become permanent.
— Ellie Wade, A Beautiful Kind of Love
If #SpartanSurvived failed in its efforts, no one would be the wiser. There was no risk to her online persona. No backlash from haters. Anonymity’s cloak both protected her and kept the torch of Spartan alive. Because as much as fandom knew a fan had created the post, the faceless message held the faint promise of authenticity. And if people believed it, then the magic was real. They could change Spartan’s fate, because they thought they could, and tonight’s video would cast the first spell.
— Danika Stone, All the Feels
Fate has this weird way of making your wish come true by supplementing it with ten other spiteful things.
— Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy
You are supposed to know how to fly or you would not be here. You will now learn to fly all over again. Our way. I have examined your logbooks. They contain some interesting and clever lies. If you are lucky and work a good solid eighteen hours a day in this school, it is barely possible that a few of you may succeed in actually going out on the line-that is, if the company is still in such desperate need of pilots that it will hire anybody who wears his wings in his lapel and walks slowly past the front door.
— Ernest K. Gann
Fate is an excuse for people who are too stupid or too weak to make their own future," he said.
— Richard Paul Evans, Battle of the Ampere
I fear mostly my inability to capture all the things that come, I fear their mysterious source, I fear their fate, I fear me, in short. This is true…it’s like finding a river of gold when you haven’t even got a cup to save a cupful…you’ve but a thimble, and that thimble is your pathetic brain and labour and humanness.
— Jack Kerouac
Unto those who have,it shall,uncannily, be given.Unto those who have not,it shall,uncannily,be taken away.
— Patrick Hamilton
You walked into my heart, Without my permission And the more I've tried to hold on to the control, They deeper you have sunk. Your a love I can't grasp hold of, maybe that's why it scares that absolute shit out of me.
— Nikki Rowe
And any room that I enter may become a sideshow tent where I must take my place upon a rickety old bench on the verge of collapse. Even now the Showman stands before my eyes. His stiff red hair moves a little toward one shoulder, as if he is going to turn his gaze upon me, and moves back again; then his head moves a little toward the other shoulder in this never-ending game of horrible peek-a-boo. I can only sit and wait, knowing that one day he will turn full around, step down from his stage, and claim me for the abyss I have always feared. Perhaps then I will discover what it was I did - what any of us did - to deserve this fate.
— Thomas Ligotti, Teatro Grottesco
Never compare your love life from what you read or watched in a movie. Those are carefully thought about, yours on the good will of fate
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
Fate is a woman, I said to them. In fact, she is three women. Young, like us, so that they will have the courage to be cruel, having no weight of memory to teach temperance. Young, but so old, older than any stone. Their hair is silver, but full and long. Their eyes are black. But when they are at their work they become dogs, wolves, for they are hounds of death, and also hounds of joy. They take the strands of life in their jaws, and sometimes they are careful with their jagged teeth, and sometimes they are not. They gallop around a great monolith, the stone that pierces our Sphere where the meridians meet, that turns the Earth and pins it in place in the world. It is called the Spindle of Necessity, and all round it the wolves of fate run, and run, and run, and the patterns of their winding are the patterns of the world. Nothing can occur without them, but they take no sides. I could also say that there is such a stone, such a place, but the dogs who are women died long ago, and left the strands to fall, and we have been helpless ever since. That in a wolfless world we must find our own way. That is more comforting to me. I want my own way, I want to falter; I want to fail, and I want to be redeemed. All these things I want to spool out from the spindle that is me, not the spindle of the world. But I have heard both tales.
— Catherynne M. Valente, The Habitation of the Blessed
For she could not really know how profound had become my mistrust of a world in which wars could still come into evil flower, and in which individuals could play with and brutally alter the myriad personal fates of whole nations of men and women.
— Kenneth MacKenzie
Fate does not bend for us-we must bend to it.
— Richard Paul Evans
As a Muslim, I believe in the concept of fate, that there are certain things out of my control. Thus, what chance do I have to stand against kismet?
— Aishah Madadiy, Bits of Heaven
Maybe not getting what she wanted gave her everything she wanted after all.
— Jen Calonita, There's No Place Like Home
Who can resist when destiny calls?
— Bangambiki Habyarimana, The Great Pearl of Wisdom
You are divine being.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
What befalls me couldn’t have missed me, and what misses me could not have befallen me.
— Alexandra Burt
You are the only author of the story of your life. 'Fate' is just an excuse for all of your wrong decisions.
— Adwitiya Borah, The Wrong Vantage Point
Whether fate or fortuitous,The voyage is incessant.Life is gratuitous,It's regrets recrudescent.We so blindly see adversely,Linear to some 'decree'.Sentenced by each other,To live this critically.To err is Human,Ironic that we divest.For any man who puts that past him,No misfortunes he has left.
— Alen Joans
In some mystical way, Lenny seemed to ennoble work more than anyone I had ever met"Also in "Stories and Scripts:an Anthology
— Zack Love, The Doorman
Wisdom is bestowed by the Creator.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay
— Zack Love, Stories and Scripts: an Anthology
No one should know his entire fate. It's too dangerous and too depressing. Just keep going, do your best, and hope it's good enough. That's all any of us can do.
— Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson's Greek Heroes
Because your soul, on this soulless planet, sticks out like one star in a starless sky. And it’s beautiful.
— Shelly Crane, The Other Side Of Gravity
As I've gotten older, I realize I'm certain of only two things. Days that begin with rowing on a lake are better than days that do not. Second, a man's character is his fate. And as a student of history, I find this hard to refute. For most of us our stories can be written long before we die. There are exceptions among the great men of history, but they are rare..
— William Hundert - The Emperors Club
God didn't bring us together. Our jobs brought us together. That's not divine intervention, that's just life.
— Tiffany Quay Tyson, Three Rivers
Such coincidences were the rhymes that God wrote into fate, his chords of music.
— Bryn  Hammond, Amgalant Two: Tribal Brawls
From all that urges and admonishes, the romantic turns away. He wants to dream, enjoy, immerse himself, instead of clearing his way by striving and wrestling. That which has been and rises out of what is past occupies him far more than what is to become and also more than what wants to become; for the word of the future would always be command. Experiences with their many echoes and their billows stand higher in his estimation than life with its tasks; for tasks always establish a bond with harsh reality. And from this he is in flight. He does not want to struggles against fate, but rather to receive it with an ardent and devout soul; he does not want to wrestle for the blessing, but to experience it, abandoning himself, devoid of will, to what spells salvation and bliss.
— Leo Baeck, Judaism and Christianity: essays by Leo Baeck
Indra believed that the birth of each of her sons had been accompanied by a sign... With Sarva, overnight her cascading black hair showed a thick clutch of grey. He was the child she would struggle most with.
— Rohini Mohan, The Seasons of Trouble: Life Amid the Ruins of Sri Lanka's Civil War
Whatever is coming for me has already happened.
— Adam Sella
Fate has a cruel sense of humor, don't you think?
— Christopher Paolini, Inheritance
She asked Billy Pilgrim what he was supposed to be, Billy said he didn't know.
— Kurt Vonnegut Jr., Slaughterhouse-Five
Anyone who thought death warmed over didn't look good, had never seen this guy.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
But we do not choose our deaths. The Norns do that at the foot of Yggdrasil and I imagined one of those three Fates holding the shears above my thread. She was ready to cut, and all that mattered now was to keep tight hold of my sword so that the winged women would take me to Valhalla's feasting-hall.
— Bernard Cornwell, Death of Kings
It started long before this, when stars were mere particles in swirling clouds of dust. And every event since has conspired to bring us together.
— Leylah Attar, 53 Letters for My Lover
But why, everybody asks, am I not blessed by fortune (or at least not as blessed as I would like to be)? Why have I not been favored like others who are less deserving? No one believes their misfortunes are attributable to any shortcomings of their own; that is why they must find a culprit.
— Umberto Eco, The Prague Cemetery
You are familiar with World War 2?""Of course I am. I'm dead, not stupid.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
Is all ordained? Foreknowledge is not fate, and we may choose our paths, yet fate says we may not choose them. So if fate is real, do we have a choice?
— Bernard Cornwell, Death of Kings
Would it be possible to speak to this Universe person?""I'm sure that they will understand that there is a personality conflict." It was time to bump my complaint to upper management."No one speaks to the Universe.""Then how do you know what to do?" I leaned in a little."Simple. Through my orders." His eyes started to twitch. "Which you get how?""My memos.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
Fate smiles to the bold
— Bangambiki Habyarimana
I'm dead?""That body is... yes.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
I stepped out and the sun was shining. And the birds were chirping. It was the nicest day we'd had in ages. A couple of bunnies scampering about. It could have been the start of a Disney flick.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
The true fate of tomorrow lies on what you make of today.
Then the wind came in with Bart and blew the vase of roses from the table. I stood and stared down at the crystal pieces and the petals scattered about. Why was the wind always trying to tell me something? Something I didn't want to hear!
— V.C. Andrews, Petals on the Wind
People say karma's a bitch. Personally, I really don't think I'm that bad.
— Donna Augustine, Karma
Our only fate is to lie in the beds that we make.
— Michael Moreci
The bible divides mankind, god will decide our fate.
— Sixeye
There is no gravity. The only thing holding me to this planet is you.
— Shelly Crane, The Other Side Of Gravity
With us, there were always too many false starts. I believe that what's meant to be usually has a way of working out... and with us, it never did. Call it timing, call it fate, call it what you want. It is what it is. Sometimes in the end, the girl doesn't always get the boy--and that's ok. Life goes on. You know better than anyone that some love stories never get their happy ending... but it doesn't make them any less of a love story though, does it? It doesn't make the love the two shared any less relevant.
— Britney King, Somewhere With You
We are constantly immersed in a network of signs and symbols whose meaning eludes us, but which, if only we could read them, would reveal every detail of our past and even predict our future. Like anticipatory echoes, they tingle in our consciousness, building in crescendo until the event they herald becomes fully manifest. Afterwards, they linger for a time before being drowned out by a new tide of signs rushing in upon us. Such signatures are everywhere...
— Linda Lappin, Signatures in Stone
There are no such things as accidents. Only fate redesigned.
— Soroosh Shahrivar, The Rise of Shams
May your life be illuminated by a spark of divinity.
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
To be angry at the gods is to scream at the stars. Even if they hear, they will not stop shining.
— Andrea K. Höst, The Pyramids of London
True love should not have to lie, cheat, or steal. The best kind of love finds you when you need it most.
— Shelly Crane
Clever how the cosmos can, in a single portent, be ingratiating yet sadistic.
— Julia Glass, Three Junes
Fighting with your fate is equal to fight with God.
— Sher E Yazdan
We belong to a nation, whose fate is to shoot at the enemy with diamonds.
— Stanisław Pigoń
I believe in finding strengthand safety in the arm'sOf Fate
— The Sum Of Me
Fate is an ugly bitch that hates you with a passion.
— Ali Parker, Baited, Part II
Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.
— Tim McGraw
Maybe tell me about those letters. Confession is good for the soul."I expected her to tear into me yet again, but instead she stayed silent for several seconds, running her fingers over the trim of her blanket. "I do belive my soul is past the point of helping.""That's not true. It's never too late."She looked at the town as we walked by, her eyes heavy with fatigue. And an ache so deep, it didn't have a name. I'd seen that look in my own mirror."I gave up that right many years ago," she said. "My fate is like those envelopes-sealed and tossed aside.
— Jenny B. Jones, There You'll Find Me
Fortune’s a right whore:If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels,That she may take away all at one swoop.
— John Webster, The White Devil
Faith in God, reverence of a Creator!
— Lailah Gifty Akita, Pearls of  Wisdom: Great  mind
The best things that happen I'd never have thought to pray for. In a million years. The worst things just come like the weather.
— Marilynne Robinson, Lila
There can be no doubt that the chief fault we have developed, through the long course of human evolution, is a certain basic passivity. When provoked by challenges, human beings are magnificent. When life is quiet and even, we take the path of least resistance, and then wonder why we feel bored. A man who is determined and active doesn't pay much attention to 'luck'. If things go badly, he takes a deep breath and redoubles his effort. And he quickly discovers that his moments of deepest happiness often come after such efforts. The man who has become accustomed to a passive existence becomes preoccupied with 'luck'; it may become an obsession. When things go well, he is delighted and good humored; when they go badly, he becomes gloomy and petulant. He is unhappy—or dissatisfied—most of the time, for even when he has no cause for complaint, he feels that gratitude would be premature; things might go wrong at any moment; you can't really trust the world... Gambling is one basic response to this passivity, revealing the obsession with luck, the desire to make things happen.The absurdity about this attitude is that we fail to recognize the active part we play in making life a pleasure. When my will is active, my whole mental and physical being works better, just as my digestion works better if I take exercise between meals. I gain an increasing feeling of control over my life, instead of the feeling of helplessness (what Sartre calls 'contingency') that comes from long periods of passivity. Yet even people who are intelligent enough to recognize this find the habit of passivity so deeply ingrained that they find themselves holding their breath when things go well, hoping fate will continue to be kind.
— Colin Wilson, Strange Powers
I felt a numb shock as I drove home anxious to get my chocolate flowers and wondering how my mother arranged to get them delivered to me at the exact time of her passing as promised. I arrived home to a note on my door to go to the neighbor on the right. I knocked at the door and the grouchy older man answered. Without saying a word, he went to his refrigerator, opened it and said, "I think these are for you."He handed me the large bouquet of fruits all cut out like flowers and dipped in chocolate."It looks like chocolate flowers." he said with a grin, adding "I had a few, and they were great!" I held my delivery. I opened the small envelope and read the card: Dear Jori, We appreciate you showing us homes and although it has been months, we thought of you and wanted to do something nice for you today. I hope you remember us. The Johnsons This was a previous client who was a pastor. He never knew I had a mother who had cancer nor did I ever mention the conversation about the chocolate flowers. It had been several months since I had heard from this couple who were considering purchasing a home. I called the client, whom I haven't spoken to in such a long time. I was confused and wanted to know what made them decide to send me chocolate flowers, and why that day, of all days? He said it was his wife's idea to do something nice for someone and they agreed it on it being me. Mrs. Johnson thought of the chocolate flowers.
— Jori Nunes, Chocolate Flowers
They say that to escape reality is when you sleep, but when you sleep your sub conscious is in control of your dreams. For me to escape reality is when I read and write. When I read the world around me doesn't exist. The world in the story does and when I write I'm in control. Think of it as the author is the god of the world that they created. They set the characters fate.
— Emily aka xXxWhitelipsxXx
And I'm trying to stay strong. I really, really am. But he smells so damn good, and his lips are just right there... all soft and inviting, and all I can think about is having them on my body.
— A. Zavarelli, Gabriel's Collar
There is so much about my fate that I cannot control, but other things do fall under my jurisdiction. There are certain lottery tickets I can buy, thereby increasing my odds of finding contentment. I can decide how I spend my time, whom I interact with, whom I share my body and life and money and energy with. I can select what I eat and read and study. i can choose how I'm going to regard unfortunate circumstances in my life - whether I will see them as curses or opportunities (and on the occasions when I can't rise to the most optimistic viewpoint, because I'm feeling too damn sorry for myself, I can choose to keep trying to change my outlook). I can choose my words and the tone of voice in which I speak to others. And most of all, I can choose my thoughts.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
In twenty-one years, I have not considered changing to Todd. The bizarre course of my life suggests that Odd is more suited to me, whether it was conferred by my parents with intention or fate.
— Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
These days, all I ask of Fate is that the people she hurls into my life, whether they are evil or good, or morally bipolar, should be amusing to one degree or another. This is a big request to make of busy Fate, who has billions of lives to keep in constant turmoil.
— Dean Koontz, Brother Odd
The fate of your dream lies in your actions.
Like all beings, I will eventually add my energy and matter and light to the fabric of the universe, a single strand in its amazing tapestry.
— Julia  Butler, The Last Encore
You can change the road you take, but sometimes it can bend back to lead you straight to that same stubborn fate.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
Fate was a bitch, but she always had a wicked sense of humor. Today, he was her punch line. Tomorrow, she'd be laughing at them.-Darling's thoughts
— Sherrilyn Kenyon, Born of Silence
You know, sometimes even when two people love each other the universe still conspires against them, forces them apart.
— Sarah Noffke, Revived
Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard.We are all held in a single honour, the brave with the weaklings.A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.
— Richmond Lattimore
I fear no fate for you are my fate, my sweet.
— E.E. Cummings
Do you know what a fate map is in biology? It’s a map of which cells in an embryo should develop into which specific adult tissues. But what they should develop into isn’t necessarily what they actually do develop into. They can be manipulated, or change on their own, and end up as something completely different from what they were fated for.
— Maggie  Hall, Map of Fates
It's the way we deal with what fate hands us that defines who we are.
— Lisa Graff
Fate isn't a straight road," I said, becoming the oracle that earlier in the day I had declined to be for her. "There are forks in it, many different routes to different ends. We have the free will to choose the path.
— Dean Koontz, Odd Thomas
I can control my destiny, but not my fate. Destiny means there are opportunities to turn right or left, but fate is a one-way street. I believe we all have the choice as to whether we fulfill our destiny, but our fate is sealed.
— Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist
It's all on the wheel.
— R.E. Conary
I don't want to lose you because of the f**ked-up way I found you.
— Gayle Forman, I Was Here
Here. There. Everywhere. Somewhere. Home.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
And the geography of the thing--the geography of them--was completely and hopelessly wrong.
— Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me
Just now I had a dream. I'll see you again. I know it. Beneath the falls.
— Yukio Mishima, Spring Snow
Thunder and blood and night must usurp our parts, to complete and make up the catastrophe of this great piece.
— E.R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros
Life, death, preservation, loss, failure, success, poverty, riches, worthiness, unworthiness, slander, fame, hunger, thirst, cold, heat - these are the alternations of the world, the workings of fate. Day and night they change place before us, and wisdom cannot spy out their source. Therefore, they should not be enough to destroy your harmony; they should not be allowed to enter the storehouse of the spirit. If you can harmonize and delight in them, master them and never be at a loss for joy; if you can do this day and night without break and make it be spring with everything, mingling with all and creating the moment within your own mind - this is what I call being whole in power.
— Zhuangzi, The Complete Works of Chuang Tzu
I accept this award today with an abiding faith in America and an audacious faith in the future of mankind. I refuse to accept despair as the final response to the ambiguities of history. I refuse to accept the idea that the "isness" of man's present nature makes him morally incapable of reaching up for the eternal "oughtness" that forever confronts him. I refuse to accept the idea that man is mere flotsom and jetsom in the river of life, unable to influence the unfolding events which surround him. I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality.
— Martin Luther King Jr.
Some people experience rare moments when everything they believe is challenged. Or at least shaken up. Those moments stay with them. Surprise, real surprise, is an exotic thing not soon forgotten.
— Gregory Miller
These things hath Fate brought to pass, and we be but Fate's whipping-tops bandied what way she will.
— E.R. Eddison, The Worm Ouroboros
He did it because he could not help himself, which explains everything and nothing
— Johnny Rich, The Human Script
We cannot change the past, she thought. How we long to sometimes, trying to work out how horror might have been averted by a fluke of fortune, a kind intercession, wisdom not yet granted.
— Anne M. Chappel, Zanzibar Uhuru: revolution, two women and the challenge of survival
​"One could have mistakenly assumed that each train could choose its own destination. But there was no choice. The Nazi operator sat in the station booth, his hands on levers and switches, forcing each train along its given path.
— Danny M. Cohen, Train
What happened to Violet was terrible, and I’m not saying fate happens without blame. But when fate turns out well, everyone should forget the bad road that got us here.
— Amy Tan, The Valley of Amazement
If psychics are real, it implies that the universe is far vaster and stranger than conventional perception would state. If psychics can talk to the dead, that removes the sting of mortality and loss. It also suggests there is predestination, a way to cheat the vagaries of Fate with foreknowledge. The cost for believing in them is tiny indeed compared to that.
— Thomm Quackenbush, Pagan Standard Times: Essays on the Craft
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
— Takashi Hiraide