Quotes about Destiny

A man seeks his own destiny and no other, said the judge. Will or nill. Any man who could discover his own fate and elect therefore some opposite course could only come at last to that selfsame reckoning at the same appointed time, for each man's destiny is as large as the world he inhabits and contains within it all opposites as well.

Don't settle for a normal life. Not when you can enjoy the wonderful weirdness of being who God created you to be.

Man is a mistake. He must go.

Was it actually her destiny to go on weaving herself into his life all the rest of her life? Nothing else? Was it just that? She was to be content to weave a steady life with him, all one fabric, but perhaps brocaded with the occasional lower of an adventure. But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word?

All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

Things don't always go the way we want. I've come to realize that some things just aren't meant to be.

Prayer does not alter that which God has determined; it never changes anything. It merely achieves what He has already foreordained.

I am an ignorant pilgrim, crossing a dark valley. And yet for a long time, looking back, I have been unable to shake off the feeling that I have been led—make of that what you will.

I know I'm not alone and I don't walk alone. That I won't. When the thin whisper of a veil between what I can't see and what I can is pulled back and for one brief second I get a glimpse of what will be. Where the words 'might' and 'hope' intersect.

God's plan for enlarging His kingdom is so simple - one person telling another about the Savior. Yet we're busy and full of excuses. Just remember, someone's eternal destiny is at stake. The joy you'll have when you meet that person in heaven will far exceed any discomfort you felt in sharing the gospel.

As long we insist on writing our own stories, he cannot write his living will onto our hearts.

I was blaspheming my luck in a way that made my breath smell of brimstone.