fate

Be the author of your destiny.

I am created to know, love, and served my Creator.

There but for the... good choices I've made, genetics, psychological conditioning, and 10K random elements, go I.

Let each person decide his or her fate.

The prospect of living without interference, living in a world where windfalls and misfortunes were never by design, held no terror for him.

Love of God and people will pave roads where there once were none.

You must be fully awake in the divine journey.

In the quantum multiverse, every choice, every decision you've ever and never made exists in an unimaginably vast ensemble of parallel universes.

That part of your life is over. Set it aside as something you have finished. Complete or no, it is done with you. No being gets to decide what his life is "supposed to be"...'Be a man. Discover where you are now, and go on from there, making the best of things. Accept your life, and you might survive it. If you hold back from it, insisting this is not your life, not where you are meant to be, life will pass you by. You may not die from such foolishness, but you might as well be dead for all the good your life will do you or anyone else.

You may be sure that it was not for any merit that others do not possess: not for power or wisdom, at any rate. But you have been chosen, and you must therefore use such strength and heart and wits as you have.

Fortunes mean nothing without knowing the lives they forever changed.

The universe holds a destiny in store for people who will not build their own, but they seldom like it.

One shouldn't envy another person's Destiny!As the fate written for everyone is not the same but surely a good one.

There comes a moment when the image of our life parts company with the life itself, stands free, and, little by little, begins to rule us. Already in The Joke: __ came to realize that there was no power capable of changing the image of my person lodged somewhere in the supreme court of human destinies; that this image (even though it bore no resemblance to me) was much more real than my actual self; that I was its shadow and not it mine; that I had no right to accuse it of bearing no resemblance to me, but rather that it was I who was guilty of the nonresemblance; and that the nonresemblance was my cross, which I could not unload on anyone else, which was mine alone to bear.__nd in The Book of Laughter and Forgetting: __estiny has no intention of lifting a finger for Mirek (for his happiness, his security, his good spirits, his health), whereas Mirek is ready to do everything for his destiny (for its grandeur, its clarity, its beauty, its style, its intelligible meaning). He felt responsible for his destiny, but his destiny did not feel responsible for him.

I try to forget you more often than not but somehow my mind wanders to places my heart feels are oh so very true.

Our eyes met and our souls caught on fire.

It is fate, damn destiny, that has its way with us.

In grief more than in joy, man longs to know that the universe turns around him.