Quotes
Quotes about Fate
For fate has wove the thread of life with pain,
And twins ev'n from the birth are misery and man!
And not a man appears to tell their fate.
Let him, oraculous, the end, the way,
The turns of all thy future fate display.
The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
A lucky chance, that oft decides the fate
Of mighty monarchs.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate,
Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
To each his suff'rings; all are men,
Condemn'd alike to groan,--
The tender for another's pain,
Th' unfeeling for his own.
Yet ah! why should they know their fate,
Since sorrow never comes too late,
And happiness too swiftly flies?
Thought would destroy their paradise.
No more; where ignorance is bliss,
'T is folly to be wise.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate,
Beneath the good how far,--but far above the great.
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
And as the portal opens to receive me,
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed.
Serenely full, the epicure would say,
Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day.
'T is an old tale and often told;
But did my fate and wish agree,
Ne'er had been read, in story old,
Of maiden true betray'd for gold,
That loved, or was avenged, like me.
"Lambe them, lads! lambe them!" a cant phrase of the time derived from the fate of Dr. Lambe, an astrologer and quack, who was knocked on the head by the rabble in Charles the First's time.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Here's a sigh to those who love me,
And a smile to those who hate;
And whatever sky's above me,
Here's a heart for every fate.
And every man, in love or pride,
Of his fate is ever wide.
Seeing only what is fair,
Sipping only what is sweet,
Thou dost mock at fate and care.
In the lexicon of youth, which fate reserves
For a bright manhood, there is no such word
As "fail."
Fate laughs at probabilities.
Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labour and to wait.
No one is so accursed by fate,
No one so utterly desolate,
But some heart, though unknown,
Responds unto his own.
Sail on, O Ship of State!
Sail on, O Union, strong and great!
Humanity with all its fears,
With all the hopes of future years,
Is hanging breathless on thy fate!
It is the fate of a woman
Long to be patient and silent, to wait like a ghost that is speechless,
Till some questioning voice dissolves the spell of its silence.
All are architects of Fate,
Working in these walls of Time.
For man is man and master of his fate
The wisest man could ask no more of Fate
Than to be simple, modest, manly, true,
Safe from the Many--honored by the Few;
To count as naught in World or Church or State;
But inwardly in secret to be great.
