Fate Quotes - Page 83

I love filmmaking when fate is a part of the process and you are dependent on the laws of physics and the elements to get a single moment that transports or in some way creates an illusion even for a moment. I think that is tremendous fun and what I think filmmaking is, catching lightning in a bottle.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

Was there any fate more bitter than to get what you long for most, when it's too late?

Fate has a way of getting what she wants, no matter how we try to avoid it.

When good befalls a man he calls it Providence, when evil fate.

In the end, the fate of children depends on our ability to use technology constructively and carefully. The connection of childrenand technology is not simply a matter of seat belts, safe toys, safe air, water and food, additive-free baby foods, or improved television programming. These are all important issues, but to stop here is to forget that today's children will soon be adults. Technological decisions made today will determine, perhaps irrevocably, the kind of physical and social world we bequeath them and the kind of people they become.

What interests me is the surprising enormous extent to which most people accept the fate that's been given to them, and find some dignity.

I have no patience with this dreadful idea that whatever you have in you has to come out, that you can't suppress true talent. People can be destroyed; they can be bent, distorted, and completely crippled. In spite of all the poetry, all the philosophy to the contrary, we are not really masters of our fate.

In our society mothers take the place elsewhere occupied by the Fates, the System, Negroes, Communism or Reactionary Imperialist Plots; mothers go on getting blamed until they're eighty, but shouldn't take it personally.

Fate is the opportunity. Choice is what you do with it.

I've never found it helpful to treat fate with a gentle hand. Everytime I've stroked, hopin' fer a favor, she's slapped me hand and laughed at me. If ye want something, take fate by the throat and shake it out o' her.

The thing about fate is, are you the master of your fate, or are the stars?

Fate decides until challenged by the fated

the wheel of fate crushes us all

Lady Madelyne had sealed her own fate. She'd warmed his feet.

From Mother you will inherit the belief that you can journey to your fate, there's a place to be located on a map that's destiny. If only you can get there. If it isn't too late. If no one stops you.

Fate and necessity are unconquerable.

On our current path, all our great Gulf and Atlantic coast cities are at risk of meeting the same fate as New Orleans.

Who can control his fate? asks the ruined Othello. No one, indeed. But everyone controls his option, chooses his alternative.

The mysteries of a universe made of drops of fire and clods of mud do not concern us in the least. The fate of humanity condemned ultimately to perish from cold is not worth troubling about. If you take it to heart it becomes an unendurable tragedy. If you believe in improvement you must weep, for the attained perfection must end in cold, darkness and silence. In a dispassionate view the ardour for reform, improvement for virtue, and knowledge, and even for beauty is only a vain sticking up for appearances as though one were anxious about the cut of one's clothes in a community of blind men.

Do we make ourselves into what we become or is it built into our genes, into the fate spun for us by whatever shapes events?

The more serious poetry of the race has a philosophical structure of thought. It contains beliefs and conceptions in regard to the nature of man and the universe, God and the soul, fate and providence, suffering, evil and destiny. Great poetry always has, like the higher religion, a metaphysical content. It deals with the same august issues, experiences and conceptions as metaphysics or first philosophy.

...this is the way fate usually treats us, it's right there behind us, it has already reached out a hand to touch us on the shoulder while we're still muttering to ourselves, It's all over, that's it, who cares anyhow.

Fate already warned us to pack it in. We just didn’t hear it in time.

Though fear should lend him pinions like the wind, yet swifter fate will seize him from behind.