Quotes about Destiny

At the day of judgment we shall all meet again.

Perhaps you reject Plato's soul-mate line of thinking but have developed a "Christian alternative," something along the lines of finding the one person whom God created "just for you.

Here's what I've come to terms with in regard to mission: My first goal in life isn't to defend me. What someone thinks about me won't impact their future spiritual destiny.

Rejecting the notion that God creates one person just for us doesn't discount the reality that God can lead us toward someone and help us make a wise choice when we seek Him in prayer.

I believe we all have one true love, somewhere in this world I do.

And yet,' she said gently, 'God hasn't come to a standstill.' Suddenly she laughed. 'I think you're like one of your own lumps of clay, Andy. God has a plan for you, and He's trying to get you into the centre of it, and you keep dodging and slithering away.' She turned her dark eyes on mine. 'How do you know? Maybe He wants to make you into something wonderful!

Uncle Hoppy only laughed. "Just you wait," he said. "Before we get home we will meet the man who was supposed to be in that chair. And when we do, his heart will be prepared. Time and place are our own limitations, Andy; we mustn't impose them upon God." And

I think you're like one of your own lumps of clay, Andy. God has a plan for you, and He's trying to get you into the center of it, and you keep dodging and slithering away.

The straight warp of necessity, not to be swerved from its ultimate course— its every alternating vibration, indeed, only tending to that; free will still free to ply her shuttle between given threads; and chance, though restrained in its play within the right lines of necessity, and sideways in its motions directed by free will, though thus prescribed to by both, chance by turns rules either, and has the last featuring blow at events.

In this particular Billy was a striking instance that the arch interferer, the envious marplot of Eden, still has more or less to do with every human consignment to this planet of Earth. In every case, one way or another he is sure to slip in his little card, as much as to remind us—I too have a hand here. The

Come what will, one comfort's always left — that unfailing comfort is, it's all predestinated.

This warp seemed necessity; and here, thought I, with my own hand I ply my own shuttle and weave my own destiny into these unalterable threads.