Quotes
Quotes about Fate
Character is fate. (Destiny)
Upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
Fate is what happens to you when your luck runs out.
Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate, For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.
That eagle's fate and mine are one, Which, on the shaft that made him die, Espied a feather of his own, Wherewith he wont to soar so high.
Oh, herbaceous treat! 'Twould tempt the dying anchorite to eat; Back to the world he'd turn his fleeting soul, And plunge his fingers in the salad bowl; Serenely full the epicure would say, "Fate cannot harm me,--I have dined to-day."
Upon the education of the people of this country the fate of this country depends.
All who have meditated on the art of governing mankind have been convinced that the fate of empires depends on the education of youth.
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
Evil is done without effort, naturally, it is the working of fate; good is always the product of an art.
Serene I told my hands and wait, Nor care for wind or tide nor sea; I rave no more 'gainst time or fate, For lo! my own shall come to me.
The dawn is overcast, the morning lowers, And heavily in clouds brings on the day, The great, the important day, big with the fate Of Cato, and of Rome.
The bow is bent, the arrow flies, The winged shaft of fate.
No power or virtue of man could ever have deserved that what has been fated should not have taken place. [Lat., Nulla vis humana vel virtus meruisse unquam potuit, ut, quod praescripsit fatalis ordo, non fiat.]
Yet who shall shut out Fate?
The heart is its own Fate.
Let those deplore their doom, Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn: But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb, Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.
Yet what are they, the learned and the great? Awhile of longer wonderment the theme! Who shall presume to prophesy their date, Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate? - Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Success, the mark no mortal wit, Or surest hand, can always hit: For whatsoe'er we perpetrate, We do but row, we're steer'd by Fate, Which in success oft disinherits, For spurious causes, noblest merits.
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.
To bear is to conquer our fate.
Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.
All human things are subject to decay, And when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
