fate

This was all in the making, a long time ago. You had as much control over these events as a leaf does in the time of its falling.

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or he'll which way to fall.

Love is waiting, just around the corner, over the hill...

Many people will never learn the lessons meant for them in this lifetime, nor become the person they were meant to be, simply because they are too busy being someone else.

Of all the people in the world who could've won the seat next to mine at that playoff game... it was you, Gemma. You. The one person on the planet who might just understand me.

Grace abounds for everyday life.

I__ not sure if fate or destiny is real. But I can tell you that sometimes the very thing you__e been hoping for will walk through the door, determined to fend you off. And still, somehow, you will find that you are enough.

Let me here remind you that the essence of dramatic tragedy is not unhappiness. It resides in the solemnity of the remorseless working of things. This inevitableness of destiny can only be illustrated in terms of human life by incidents which in fact involve unhappiness. For it is by them that the futility of escape can be made evident in the drama. This remorseless inevitableness is what pervades scientific thought. The laws of physics are the decrees of fate.

But it is precisely at those moments when the glass seems to be __et fair_ that Fate invariably decides to take a hand.

Don't push, don't resist. Let it happen. Nature will align everything.

Stop believing the false hope that "if it__ meant to be_ it will happen. If that were true, everyone would be content, wealthy, fit and have great relationships. You must plan, act, persevere, make better choices, know your value and never, ever accept less than you truly deserve. It's not up to chance, it's up to you.

Focus on your destination but enjoy every sacred moments of the journey

This was her destiny, and it was a fit and proper one. She was not unwilling, but she knew this was a fateful moment, and she had a sense of doors closing behind her and the path of her life being fixed irrevocably.

Blurred is the picture, To not know what's next! Is it the laughter that awaits, Or sorrows lined up to dictate. Untold, unclear is...A story of our fate!

Fate was tricky like that. It consumed us when we thought we were free, and it freed us when we thought we were captured.

Without adversity and trials we may never know what we are capable of.

You have no control over how your story begins or ends. But by now, you should know that all things have an ending. Every spark returns to darkness. Every sound returns to silence. Every flower returns to sleep with the earth. The journey of the sun and moon is predictable. But yours, is your ultimate art.

In race of life, you have to run at own speed.