fate quotes
For by the will of the gods Fate hath held sway since ancient days.
G×th a wyrd swa hio scel. Fate always goes as it must.
Wyrd oft nereth unf×gne eorl thonne his ellen deah. Fate often preserves the undoomed warrior when his courage holds firm.
Yet they, believe me, who await No gifts from chance, have conquered fate.
Fate wrote her a most tremendous tragedy, and she played it in tights.
The whore and gambler, by the state Licensed build that nation's fate. The harlot's cry from street to street Shall weave old England's winding sheet.
Whatever maydivideus,Europe is ourcommonhome. A common fate has linked us through the centuries, and it continues to link us today.
For money has a power above The stars and fate, to manage love.
La politique et le sort des hommes sont forme s par des hommes sans ide al et sans grandeur. Ceux qui ont une grandeur en eux ne font pas de politique. Politics and the fate of mankind are shaped by men without ideals and without greatness. Those who have greatness within them do not go in for politics.
Il n'est pas de destin que ne se surmonte par le me pris. There is no fate that cannot be surmounted by scorn.
Fate's such a shrewish thing.
Faber est suae quisque fortunae. Each man is the architect of his own fate.
Few evade full measure of their fate.
The best of men cannot suspend their fate: The good die early, and the bad die late.
Such is our pride, our folly, or our fate, That few, but such as cannot write, translate.
Upon the education of the people of this country the fate of this country depends.
All human things are subject to decay, And, when fate summons, monarchs must obey.
What I have left is from my native spring; I've still a heart that swells, in scorn of fate, And lifts me to my banks.
For those whom God to ruin has designed, He fits for fate, and first destroys their mind.
Arms, and the man I sing, who, forced by fate, And haughty Juno's unrelenting hate, Expelled and exiled, left theTrojan shore.
Why, I hold fate Clasped in my fist, and could command the course Of time's eternal motion, hadst thou been One thought more steady than an ebbing sea.
To each his suff'rings, all are men, Condemned 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, 'Tis folly to be wise.
Beyond the limits of a vulgar fate, Beneath the good how farbut far above the great.
It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
It has beenour fateas a nation notto have ideologies but to be one.
Fate tried to conceal him by calling him Smith.
What is a modern poet's fate? To write his thoughts upon a slate; The critic spits on what is done, Gives it a wipeand all isgone.
It isthe customary fate of new truthsto begin as heresies and to end as superstitions.
Who fears to speak of Ninety-Eight? Who blushes at the name? When cowards mock the patriot's fate, Who hangs his head for shame? He's all a knave or half a slave Who slights his country thus: But a true man, like you, man, Will fill your glass with us.
It's a complex fate, being an American, and one of the responsibilitiesitentailsisfighting against a superstitious valuation of Europe.
Must helpless man, in ignorance sedate, Roll darkling down the torrent of his fate?
It is the fate of those who toil at the lower employments of lifeto be exposed to censure, without hope of praise; to be disgraced by miscarriage or punished for neglect Among these unhappy mortals isthe writer of dictionaries Every other author mayaspire to praise; the lexicographer can only hope to escape reproach.
For all we have and are, For all our children's fate, Stand up and take the war. The Hun is at the gate!
Space-ships and time machines are no escape from the human condition. Let Othello subject Desdemona to a lie-detector test; his jealousy will still blind him to the evidence. Let Oedipus triumph over gravity; he won't triumph over his fate.
Many men would take the death sentence without a whimper to escape the life-sentence which fate carries in her other hand.
We have been too comfortable and too indulgentmany, perhaps, too selfishand the stern hand of fatehasscoured ustoan elevationwhere we can see the great everlasting things that matter for a nation; the great peaks we had forgotten, of honour, duty, patriotism, and, clad in glittering white, the great pinnacle of sacrifice pointing like a rugged finger to Heaven.We shall descend into the valleys again, but as long as men and women of thisgeneration last, they will carry in their hearts the image of those great mountain peaks, whose foundations are not shaken, though Europe rock and sway in the convulsions of a great war.
Thou, too, 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!
The fate of human civilization will depend on whether the rockets of the future carry the astronomer's telescope or a hydrogen bomb.
I could never begin a poem: 'When I am dead' In case it tempted Fate, and Fate gave way.
It lies not in our power to love, or hate, For will in us is overruled by fate. When two are stripped, lo ere the course begin We wish that one should lose, the other win; And one especially do we affect Of two gold ingots, like in each respect. The reason no man knows, let it suffice, What we behold is censured by our eyes. Where both deliberate, the love is slight; Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight?
As lines so loves oblique may well Themselves in every angle greet But ours so truly parallel, Though infinite can never meet. Therefore the love which doth us bind, But fate so enviously debars, Is the conjunction of the mind, And opposition of the stars.
Beneath the stars, upon yon meteor Ever hung my fate,'mongst things corruptible; I ne'er could pluck it from him. My loathing Was prophet to the rest, but ne'er believed.
But what care I? It's the game that calls me Simply to be on the field of play; How can it matter what fate befalls me, With ten good fellows and one good day!
Necessity and chance Approach not me, and what I will is fate.
He either fears his fate too much, Or his deserts are small, That dares not put it to the touch, To gain or lose it all.
I have a bone to pick with Fate. Come here and tell me, girlie, Do you think my mind is maturing late, Or simply rotted early?
Procul omen abesto! Far away be that fate!
Thus our twin souls in one shall grow, And teach the world new love, Redeem the age and sex, and show A flame fate dares not move: And courting death to be our friend, Our lives, together too, shall end.
Books and the Man I sing, the first who brings The Smithfield Muses to the Ear of Kings. Say great Patricians! (since your selves inspire These wond'rous works; so Jove and Fate require) Say from what cause, in vain decry'd and curst, Still Dunce the second reigns like Dunce the first?
We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
Le Bonheur e tait ma fatalite , mon remords, mon ver: ma vie serait toujours trop immense pour e" tre de voue e a' la force et a' la beaute . Happiness was my fate, my remorse, my worm: my life would always be too large to be dedicated to force and to beauty.
This is the voice of high midsummer's heat. The rasping vibrant clamour soars and shrills O'er all the meadowy range of shadeless hills, As if a host of giant cicadae beat The cymbals of their wings with tireless feet, Or brazen grasshoppers with triumphing note From the long swath proclaimed the fate that smote The clover and timothy-tops and meadowsweet.
Miniver Cheevy, born too late, Scratched his head and kept on thinking; Miniver coughed, and called it fate, And kept on drinking.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
Who will remember, passing through this Gate, The unheroic Dead who fed the guns? Who shall absolve the foulness of their fate, Those doomed, conscripted, unvictorious ones?
Fate,Time,Occasion,Chance, and Change? To these All things are subject but eternal love.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings: Scepter and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Serenely full, the epicure would say, 'Fate cannot harm me, I have dined today.'
But ah, who can deceive his destiny, Or ween by warning to avoid his fate?
There lies the port; the vessel, puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheadsyou and I are old: Old age hath yet his honour and his toil; Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with gods. The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices.Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows: for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Though much is taken, much abides: and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and hearth: that which we are, we are: One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries,'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps,'She is late;' The larkspur listens,'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers,'I wait.' She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airya tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat; Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
For man is man and master of his fate.
Pro captu lectoris habent sua fata libelli. Depending on the reception of the reader, books have their own fate.
Will you be a reader, a student merely, or a seer? Read your fate, seewhat isbefore you, and walkon intofuturity.
The fate of poetry isto fall in love with the world, in spite of History.
Verse thus design'd has no ill fate, If it arrive but at the date Of fading beauty, if it prove But as long-liv'd as present love.
The time is now near at hand which must probably determine whether Americans are to be freemen or slaves The fate of unborn millions will now depend, under God, on the courage and conduct of this army.Our cruel and unrelenting enemy leaves us only the choice of brave resistance or abject submission.We have, therefore, to resolve to conquer or die.
In Baxter's view, the care of external goods should only lie on the shoulders of the'saint like a light cloak, which can be thrown aside at any moment.' But fate decreed that the cloak should become an iron cage.
I know that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love.
Webster's New World Dictionary of Quotations Copyright © 2010 by Chambers Harrap Publishers Ltd. All rights reserved. Published by Wiley, Hoboken, NJ. Used by arrangement with John Wiley & Sons, Inc.
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