Life
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Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.
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A collection of quotations filed under fate.
Life is what happens to us while we are making other plans.
Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.
There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...
Why so much grief for me? No man will hurl me down to Death, against my fate. And fate? No one alive has ever escaped it, neither brave man nor coward, I tell you - it’s born with us the day that we are born.
We dream to give ourselves hope. To stop dreaming - well, that’s like saying you can never change your fate.
We all have such fateful objects -- it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another -- carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane's heart always break.
What's meant to be will always find a way
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.
If it's ka it'll come like a wind, and your plans will stand before it no more than a barn before a cyclone
All the world's a stage and most of us are desperately unrehearsed.
Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.
Knowing too much of your future is never a good thing.
She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn’t want to be without her.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
I'm not absolutely certain of the facts, but I rather fancy it's Shakespeare who says that it's always just when a fellow is feeling particularly braced with things in general that Fate sneaks up behind him with the bit of lead piping.
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. I’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.