Best Fate Quotes to Inspire, Uplift & Motivate You Every Day

“Time and tide wait for no man.”

“Once, very long ago, Time fell in love with Fate. This, as you might imagine, proved problematic. Their romance disrupted the flow of time. It tangled the strings of fortune into knots.  The stars watched from the heavens nervously, worrying what might occur. What might happen to the days and nights were time to suffer a broken heart? What catastrophes might result if the same fate awaited Fate itself? The stars conspired and separated the two. For a while they breathed easier in the heavens. Time continued to flow as it always had, or perhaps imperceptibly slower. Fate weaved together the paths that were meant to intertwine, though perhaps a string was missed here and there. But eventually, Fate and Time found each other again.  In the heavens, the stars sighed, twinkling and fretting. They asked the Moon her advice. The Moon in turn called upon the parliament of owls to decide how best to proceed. The parliament of owls convened to discuss the matter amongst themselves night after night. They argued and debated while the world slept around them, and the world continued to turn, unaware that such important matters were under discussion while it slumbered.  The parliament of owls came to the logical conclusion that if the problem was in the combination, one of the elements should be removed. They chose to keep the one they felt more important. The parliament of owls told their decision to the stars and the stars agreed. The Moon did not, but on this night she was dark and could not offer her opinion.  So it was decided, and Fate was pulled apart. Ripped into pieces by beaks and claws. Fate’s screams echoed through the deepest corners and the highest heavens but no one dared to intervene save for a small brave mouse who snuck into the fray, creeping unnoticed through the blood and bone and feathers, and took Fate’s heart and kept it safe. When the furor died down there was nothing else left of Fate.  The owl who consumed Fate’s eyes gained great site, greater site then any that had been granted to a mortal creature before. The Parliament crowned him the Owl King. In the heavens the stars sparkled with relief but the moon was full of sorrow. And so time goes as it should and events that were once fated to happen are left instead to chance, and Chance never falls in love with anything for long. But the world is strange and endings are not truly endings no matter how the stars might wish it so.  Occasionally Fate can pull itself together again.  And Time is always waiting.”

“Don’t worry if people think you’re crazy. You are crazy. You have that kind of intoxicating insanity that lets other people dream outside of the lines and become who they’re destined to be.”

“~ Life, with all its twists and turns, is a testament to the unpredictable nature of existence. We may never fully understand the forces at play or the reasons behind our setbacks. Perhaps it's the whims of fate or the caprice of fortune. Regardless, we must acknowledge that perfection in action does not guarantee success. Time and chance happen to every man, and that our journey is defined not by the victories we achieve, but by the courage we display in the face of adversity. So let us take our chances, knowing that even in defeat, there lies the opportunity for growth and self-discovery.”

“Rise, revolt and be the hope,”

“Do you wait for things to happen, or do you make them happen yourself? I believe in writing your own story.”

“so here i sit. a sum of the parts. about a third way down this wonderful path, so to speak. and i've been thinking lately about a friendship that fell apart with time, with distance, and with the misunderstanding of youth. i'm trying not to confuse sadness with regret. not the easiest thing at times. i dont regret that certain things happened. i understand that perhaps i had a choice in the matter, or perhaps i believe in fate. probably not, but so far actions as small as the quickest glance to events as monumental as death have pushed me slowly along to right here, right now. there was no other way to get here. the meandering and erratic path was actually the straightest of lines. take away a handful of angry words, things once thought of as mistakes or regrets, and i'm suddenly a different person with a different history, a different future. that, i would regret. so here i sit. thinking about a person i once called my best friends. a man who might be full of sadness and regret, who might not give a damn, or who might, just might, remember the future and realize that's where its at.”

“Shallow men believe in luck. Strong men believe in cause and effect.”

“If you find yourself drawn to an event against all logic, go. The universe is telling you something.”

“Whatever you do, do it with purpose. Being focused is not something to be ashamed of. It is something to be proud of. When you know what are you are doing and have a clear vision of where you are going, you will not need to chase opportunities. Opportunities will seek you. Happiness will chase you. And, instead of being a choice, you will be the one choosing.”

“Remember how far you’ve come, and you won’t have to rely on a destiny for your future. It will come on your own.”

“Segala hal yang dikatakan Komandan mengenai Orde adalah kebenaran yang tidak dilebih-lebihkan. Orde memang bersinonim dengan kebaikan. Orde menghargai kemajuan. Orde mencintai kehidupan. Orde bahkan mengajarkan pertobatan. Semua yang dijabarkan di dalam Kitab pada dasarnya akan berakhir pada kebahagiaan, pun setelah kematian.”

“Charakter ist Schicksal. Historie ist Gott.”

“Mankind accepts good fortune as his due, but when bad occurs, he thinks it was aimed at him, done to him, a hex, a curse, a punishment by his deity for some transgression, as though his god were a petty storekeeper, counting up the day's receipts.”

“Since Alice had never received any religious instruction, and since she had led a blameless life, she never thought of her awful luck as being anything but accidents in a very busy place. Good for her.”

“The price be one copper. Tis a wee price for salvation, Noble One.”

“One of the first examples of forensic science solving a murder appears in a book called The Washing Away of Wrongs, published in 1247 by Song Ci, a Chinese coroner and detective....Metallic green flies descend in a chaotic swarm and then, as if collectively alerted, land on one sickle, crawling all over it as the other sickles lie undisturbed. The magistrate knew traces of blood and human tissue attract blowflies....But forensic science advancements are really just about finding the latest way to draw a blowfly to a bloody sickle. The goal is the same as it was in thirteenth-century rural China: cellular certainty establishing guilt.”

“...I didn't want to lose you and now you're saved and everything is fiiiiiiiiiiine!”

“Despite the best efforts of those around me, I still found plenty of ways to get myself into trouble. One time, I got salmonella by drinking the water from our fishbowl. Another time, I nearly electrocuted myself poking power outlets with my finger.”

“My whole family...spoke of this "Canada" as if it were some sort of idyllic paradise, a place of abundant snacks and endless affection....Looking back, it felt kind of cult-y, like gospel from the Church of Canadology that I was supposed to just accept.”

“...maybe China has been the punching bag of the West for a very, very long time, and that nothing is gained from the continued demonization of its people...of my people. If you can accept that a single country can give birth to both a Donald Trump and a Donald Glover, a Steve Carell and a Stone Cold Steve Austin, you shouldn't have any difficulty accepting that the 1.3 billion people who call China home are just as varied in their ideologies and philosophies.”

“The university actually had to institute a curfew prohibiting students from studying after 9:30 p.m. because they were beginning to develop very unhealthy sleep habits. When even that did not discourage them from studying in secret, the school simply cut all electrical power to all the classrooms when the clock struck half past nine.”

“Hearing my mother's crestfallen and utterly disappointed voice confirmed what I had suspected all along -- that neither she nor my dad actually cared about me. There were no words of reassurance...and certainly no "I love you." All she cared about was that I had failed.”

“Her voice is like a tinkling bell, bright and beguiling, but if you don't know better, it'll suck you in, like those sirens making a snack out of Odysseus's homeboys.”

“I remember now I felt them die....things got rather scrambly and now they're just there, a bland spot interrupting all my comfortable scans. The ship made a noise of profound unhappiness. It itches.”

“He didn't look at her, instead keeping his gaze on the piles of books still waiting to be returned to their shelves.”

“Gloria's office...was sleek and cold an gray. Just like Gloria's suit -- or, I thought privately, like Gloria's heart. Meticulous as a shark in pursuit of what she wanted. heedless of the damage done to anyone else.”

“As far as she could tell, men in academia fell into two categories: They either went for someone so closely aligned to their own research that the couple became the disciplinary equivalent of siblings, or they chose to marry women with the intellectual aspirations of a house cat.”

“Gloria's office...was sleek and cold and gray. Just like Gloria's suit -- or, I thought privately, like Gloria's heart. Meticulous as a shark in pursuit of what she wanted, heedless of the damage done to anyone else.”

“...I bumped into this guy outside the dean's office today. But I don't even know anything about him.”

“The #deerlivesmatter signs from protestors had caused Daphne's eyes to become temporarily glued to her brain, they had rolled so far back in her skull.”

“Olivia was her problem student this term, a graduating senior who was so checked out she could give an overdue library book a run for its money.”

“It's that time of year again. The time the glacier gives up bodies....so I've been checking the local news every morning.”

“Daredevil Milla, super focused and super fit. Just as alone in the world as I am right now, but not nearly as bothered by it.”

“I turn to Odette. "I saw you land some huge nine hundreds today.”

“Sadness fills me. In a different world we would be out there enjoying ourselves -- instead of stuck in here suspecting terrible things about each other.”

“My stomach rumbles. I need to eat something before I pass out. Summoning the last of my energy, I straighten and slop the tuna-tomato mix onto plates. Gordon Ramsay would have a fit -- it looks like dog food -- but I don't think anyone here will care.”

“I don't have an inner circle.”

“I took the elevator to the newsroom, mind racing, wondering how to explain my six-hour lunch. I didn't need to. Nobody even missed me.”

“One of the greatest dangers of victimhood is the singling out; all of your attributes and anecdotes assigned blame. In court they'll try to make you believe you are unlike the others, you are different, an exception. You are dirtier, more stupid, more promiscuous. But it's a rick. The assault is never personal, the blaming is.”

“One of the greatest dangers of victimhood is the singling out; all of your attributes and anecdotes assigned blame. In court they'll try to make you believe you are unlike the others, you are different, an exception. You are dirtier, more stupid, more promiscuous. But it's a trick. The assault is never personal, the blaming is.”

“Brock said he'd failed to tell the detective so many crucial details upon his initial arrest[ed] ...my mind was going a million miles an hour, and it was impossible for me to think clearly about what happened. Meanwhile victims are always expected to think clearly, we don't get to use fear as an excuse.”

“The officer claimed he'd been scared, had reason to believe Philando was reaching for his gun. Show me that scenario. A man seated with a trunk full of melting groceries, wearing a thin layer of cotton, a little girl in the backseat. About to whip out his gun, shoot through the cop's bulletproof vest, to be his own getaway driver? Why would Philando shoot an innocent man withing forty seconds of meeting him? Why would the officer?”

“When you say go to the police, what do you envision?...the police will move on to other cases while the victim is left in the agonizing, protracted judicial process, where she will be made to question, and then forget, who she is. You were physically attacked? Here's some information on how you can enter a multiyear process of verbal abuse.”

“When I was given the opportunity to write this book, whatever God is up there said, You got your dream. I said, Actually I was hoping for a lighter topic, and God was like, Ha ha! You thought you got to choose.”

“Honestly, the longer I am in the CIA, the more convinced I am that my job isn't the best way to do good in the world. How can you do "good" when you're actively doing bad? I know it's not that simple, but there isn't a day that goes by when I don't think about quitting. No one quits, though. That's the impression they give us. You die before you leave the CIA.”

“I saw Arabs being thrown out of their houses in Jerusalem. But it was just the extraordinary magical energy of a country just beginning to put its roots in the ground. It was an amazing time to be here.”

“In the garden there were small hard pears that you could lift from a tree, and tulips and peonies and hot pink azaleas that vexed me with their greedy bloom.”

“...Leith, you're my literary agent.”

“You think I slept with women at Trinity ....You don't use the lavatory where your kid lives.”

“Nothing would upset me more than the thought that I had left you to survive on pizza and beer like some....some....”

“Yan hated the paintings. The sight of them burned holes into his eyes.”

“The only Terrans around on Meele were the piratical mine-raiders, hiding behind their Scientific Investigation Commission accreditation, and tourists who were hot on far-flung destinations. Terrans didn't have the best reputation over there, thanks to their tendancy to dig everything and anything up.”

“How come you never wear makeup?”

“All twigs are wild.”

“The door of their hearts cracked wide open, wide enough for the river to flow in and climb to the crown of their heads.”

“When I got my first Broadway gig, I called home to tell my mama the news. She said sh always knew I'd be a big star and hung up the phone. She didn't even give me the chance to tell her how much that meant to me. Years later, my sister Robin told me that, after the call, Mama told them I'd be home before I could blink twice.”

“It was time to step out of my comfort zone. I was going to meet people face-to-face. The book had received rave reviews from everybody, everywhere. Oops, I did read that four people didn't like it. I'd like to respond to those comments right now. Fuck all four of y'all.”

“You remember a family, a life before all this. If I knew how to love, I'd tell you I love you. But I don't reckon I know how, Henri. I'm not even sure we're supposed to love.”

“The stories of others who fought back never stopped circling their plans. Retribution was inevitable. Justice was fated. Capitultion was unthinkable.”

“The stories of others who fought back never stopped circling their plans. Retribution was inevitable. Justice was fated. Capitulation was unthinkable.”

“I'd heard about heartbreak in songs, but holy shit, damn. There should be a name for that feeling...How to exist without this person?...”

“The probation officer had given my input a single paragraph. She had taken my words but constructed her own sentences, shaving all context away. I just want him to get better, it said. She gave me a voice of forgiveness and submission, the agony neatly paved over. She'd reduced my suffering to the line, I don't experience joy from this. She'd drawn her own conclusion: He doesn't need to be behind bars. This woman, who had been absent for the entire battle, had arrived to take the victory away.”

“We'd gotten an arrest, a guilty verdict, the small percentage that gets the conviction. It was time to see what justice looked like. We threw open the doors, and there was nothing. It took the breath out of me.”

“Jean told me that Madonna had been there to visit him the week before I came. Madonna, he said, had asked him to take her on a shopping spree. He asked me why I never asked him to do this and I answered that it never occurred to me to ask him for such a thing.”

“Having money to me was like having a full tank of gas -- it didn't mean much if you didn't know where you were going or didn't have the curiosity to enjoy the ride....I had never felt as impoverished as the rich people I knew who had no imagination, whose capacity for fun was stunted.”

“I'm the oldest guy in the group by at least fifteen years, and damn, do I feel it at moments like this when my gut instinct is to shake my fist and curse about these irresponsible kids.”

“Jean loved silent movies becaues they were like cartoons. I think that he felt that even in life we should be walking around with a word-blloon above our heads -- you can see this in his art.”

“...we can't escape our fears. We have to face them. That's what we try to do in our training sessions. Experts call it exposure therapy.”

“The still-rising sun is behind him, outlining his broad shoulders and tall, sturdy frame in golden light. As he gets closer, stepping through the rainbow of mist reflecting off the sprinkler's spray, I take in the rest of him.....I can slmost see how a smile would spread across his face, the lift of his full lips...”

“The still-rising sun is behind him, outlining his broad shoulders and tall, sturdy frame in golden light. As he gets closer, stepping through the rainbow of mist reflecting off the sprinkler's spray, I take in the rest of him.....I can almost see how a smile would spread across his face, the lift of his full lips...”

“My friend Jasmine says I have resting bitch face.”

“Nice to meet you, too. And thank you for ruining your pants for me.”

“The men who could pass for straight if they wanted had a form of privilege that people like me, people who could never pass, never would. Later, when my career had blossomed, I would cross paths with masculine white gay men who looked at me with a kind of seething hatred, a self-loathing turned outward, their internalized homophobia like a sneer of contempt.”

“Oh, um...thank you, Trisha." I choke out. "That's really nice of you.”

“...I almost don't recognize her walking up to the stage. Her face is free of all makeup, and she's wearing a simple dress in a color that can best be described as dirty dishwater. With her bleached hair pulled back into a limp braid and sickly pale skin, she looks like some weird Instagram filter sucked all the color out of her.”

“Ruth Gentry at six o'clock," I whisper.”

“Sorry for the holdup, folks." His voice is surprisingly deep and low, like Lance Bass's, whenever NSYNC let him sing a line.”

“..."I'll have the IPA. Thank you, Carl.”

“..."Like -- there's that whole think they tell you on planes, about putting on your own mask first. Well, l've been putting on everyone's mask -- multitasking, all at the same time -- so none of these goddamn things are secured properly and we're all passing out in the aisles.”

“Sometimes I wonder how the world would look if every single one of our cups were overflowing. There would be so much good to go around. So much good health. So much prosperity. So much beautiful life.”

“I loved to spoil him and he always appreciated expensive things, as if consuming them would make him valuable.”

“You just looks so young!”

“...I suddenly heard a horn blow outside. Nobody honks their horns in Sherman Oaks. It's practically social suicide to disturb the peace like that in our community. Ready to fight for my block, I rushed outside to check who in God's name was beeping.”

“Jean-Michel is full of fears, especially when he is all coked up. He is afraid that he will be a flash in the pan. He is afraid that the KKK is going to kill him because he is getting so famous and he is black. He installs an elaborate alarm system in the loft. He thinks the CIA is going to murder him.”

“I had recently begun to wear my hair in an Afro again. It was a symbol that screamed, I LOVE ME! I see my curly hair as antennas to God. We always fussing with it, but Black hair is powerful. Black hair is the only thing on the planet that defies gravity.”

“Won't the few days off do us no harm.”

“A man's got a choice, live on his knees or die on his feet. Done kneeling.”

“Glass floats covered with a gray crust. The bones of seabirds. At the tide line a woven mat of weeds and the ribs of fishes in their millions stretching along the shore as far as eye could see like an isocline of death. One vast sepulchre. Senseless. Senseless”

“The short version is that nobody told us...that it is words to try and fail than to not try at all. Because when you don't try, you can always imagine the life you could have lived.”

“The problem with so many years spent sitting so close to somebody is that you can tell yourself you're being seen, but really you've disappeared, closed the blinds, nobody's home.”

“...there's nothing a woman hates more than walking by herself, and hearing a strange noise, or feeling the presence of an "other," that horrible sickness all over my body, ground shifting, women are so unsafe, all of us always pretending to be safe, always avoiding any reminder that our safety is upheld only as long as the person closest to us keeps deciding not to kill us.”

“I wanted him dead....if I didn't kill him, then I'd cripple him for life, so that he'd be with us in a wheelchair and never go back to the States. If he were in a wheelchair, I would always know where he was, and he'd be easy to find.”

“....I rip open a candy bar and chew it twice before swallowing it, drool dripping out of my mouth. Flashlights bouncing off the floors and shelves like strobe lights. I pick up a can of something off a shelf. Blueberry lavender sauce. What the fuck. Throw it back down...”

“In appearance, they are nearly identical....They could also lead him anywhere. To more forked roads; to dead ends; to Greta. If New York is a grid, Paris is a handful of spaghetti, dropped on the floor by a toddler.”

“I'm broke and I need to fly to Paris.”

“I had a shift after lunch, and when I got to the store, Neil was waiting for me by a display of iPhone cases. He had this crazed look in his eyes, like if he didn't get to talk to me his nostrils would consume his entire face, so I ignored him and walked to the opposite end of the store...”

“I briefly considered throwing my salad in my brother's face -- just letting him have it, spinach and all -- but then figured that would be rude, considering I wasn't the one who had paid for it, and so I opted instead simply not to respond.”

“I'm sorry," I said. "I guess I don't know my own strength.”

“So many times I've gotten a run in my hose just as I'm running out the door -- late! They've sent monkeys to the moon, why can't they invent panty hose that don't run?”