We have become makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
I just reached the point where plot-driven novels don’t hold my interest because I don’t care about the fate of characters anymore – whether Emily marries Tom or not, that kind of thing.
To live alone is the fate of all great souls.
My friends, whoever has had experience of evils knows how whenever a flood of ills comes upon mortals, a man fears everything; but whenever a divine force cheers on our voyage, then we believe that the same fate will always blow fair.
Given the gruesome fate of the last Tsar, Nicholas II, and his family, and the fact that five of the previous 12 Romanov rulers were also murdered, it is easy to regard Russia’s imperial dynasty as cursed.
The slave is doomed to worship time and fate and death, because they are greater than anything he finds in himself, and because all his thoughts are of things which they devour.
I have a wife, I have sons: all of them hostages given to fate.
Fate often puts all the material for happiness and prosperity into a man’s hands just to see how miserable he can make himself with them.
It is usually more important how a man meets his fate than what it is.
Fate is the endless chain of causation, whereby things are; the reason or formula by which the world goes on.