Quotes
Quotes about Fate
'Tis Fate that flings the dice, And as she flings Of kings makes peasants, And of peasants kings.
Stern fate and time Will have their victims; and the best die first, Leaving the bad still strong, though past their prime, To curse the hopeless world they ever curs'd Vaunting vile deeds, and vainest of the worst.
Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
Go with your fate, but not beyond. Beyond leads to dark places.
A person must stand very tall to see their own fate.
Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.
Fate leads the willing and drags along the unwilling.
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune; all these are names of the one and selfsame God.
There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.
Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.
Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks, he is free.
You'll see that, since our fate is ruled by chance, Each man, unknowing, great, Should frame life so that at some future hour Fact and his dreamings meet.
Shakes his ambroisal curls, and gives the nod, The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.
Great is advertisement! 'tis almost fate; But, little mushroom-men, of puff-ball fame. Ah, do you dream to be mistaken great And to be really great are just the same?
Great, good, and just, could I but rate My grief with thy too rigid fate, I'd weep the world in such a strain As it should deluge once again; But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies More from Briareus' hands than Argus' eyes, I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds And write thy epitaph in blood and wounds.
He who flees from trial confesses his guilt. [Lat., Fatetur facinus is qui judicum fugit.]
Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette. Of if too old for such a use They have their fling at some abuse, As when to censure Plays Unfit Upon the stage they make a Hit Or at elections seal the Fate Of an Obnoxious Candidate. No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.
Alas! my child, where is the Pen That can do justice to the Hen? Like Royalty, she goes her way, Laying foundations every day, Though not for Public Buildings, yet For Custard, Cake and Omelette. Of if too old for such a use They have their fling at some abuse, As when to censure Plays Unfit Upon the stage they make a Hit Or at elections seal the Fate Of an Obnoxious Candidate. No wonder, Child, we prize the Hen, Whose Egg is Mightier than the Pen.
It is the customary fate of new truths to begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
The fate of a nation has often depended on the food or bad digestion of a prime minister.
I am not ashamed to confess that I am ignorant of what I do not know. [Lat., Non me pudet fateri nescire quod nesciam.]
No, it is not only our fate but our business to lose innocence, and once we have lost that, it is futile to attempt a picnic in Eden.
For those whom God to ruin has designed He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
