Best 4496 quotes in «destiny quotes» category

Now, as the weeks passed, there was a future, there was a trouble that would not go away.

No... we're not playing God. We're only attempting to set things right.

Now that this destiny was about to happen, every instinct within him fought against it, realizing he had been fetishizing suicide.

No.. You have won You can never lose I won't let you lose You are destined to win You are destined to live in prosperity ..and to tell you.. You have won my existence!!

Nyota ni kipaji, kipawa, takdiri, karama, au uweza; ni kiashiria cha rohoni kinachoonyesha mtu atakuwa nani baadaye, mafanikio ya mtu, au takdiri ya maisha ya mwanadamu. Unabii na nyota ya ufalme ni kibali cha Mungu katika maisha ya mtu. Kupata kibali hicho, tembea na watu sahihi katika maisha yako (tembea na watu ambao Mungu amekuchagulia kushika funguo za takdiri ya maisha yako). Tamka na kukiri kibali cha Mungu katika maisha yako yote. Panda mbegu za kibali cha Mungu katika udongo wa maisha yako. Jifunze kutenda mema bila malipo, kwani wema ni mbegu ya kibali cha Mungu. Jali mambo ya ufalme wa Mungu.

Obey every rule that will enhance your trust in God for greater work! Break every law that might cause a tear in your relationship with Him against your destiny!

Occurrences can be unpredictable. If we have to endure a cascade of rumpling coincidences, it’s fate that dictates our lives, taking over the common procedure of ‘timing,’ and, thus, sealing the bondage of our free choice. Once our choice is kidnapped and strangled to the core, fate checkmates our destiny. (“Wrong time. Wrong place”)

Of all the people in the world who could've won the seat next to mine at that playoff game... it was you, Gemma. You. The one person on the planet who might just understand me.

Often what you humans call chance is instead the workings of a deeper pattern, which the casual eye cannot easily perceive.

Often when we guess at others' motives, we reveal only our own.

[...] o futuro era um leque de possibilidades, não apenas uma trilha única e inalterável. Contudo, das trilhas, umas eram bem mais prováveis do que outras, e algumas eram tão prováveis que pareciam quase impossíveis de se evitar. Nesses casos, a palavra usada era destino.

Oh Killian." Five immense cliffs rose up from the sea in marvelous grandeur. They were as tall and craggy and enormous as any mountains she'd seen in paintings. The layers of rock were varied in color and the radiant sunset playing against them only added to the enchantment of the location. She watched as waves crashed against the monumental stone walls.

Once we’ve savored the goodness of a hundred years until the final drop, only the fleeting memories of intoxication is left behind. Between you and me is it too much to ask for a bottle to begin with?

Once the light shines on your path, you will see clearly.

...once you express your will, the Universe will conspire with each and every atom to help you reach your destiny.

Once You Realize your Purpose in Life, do whatever it Takes within Good means in order to Fulfill your Destiny. This is Your Life, No One can Live it for You. The Journey is Yours.

ONE ACT OF KINDNESS MIGHT BE THAT GAME CHANGER FOR YOUR DESTINY AND GENERATIONS.

One can talk good and shower down roses, but it's the receiver that has to walk through the thorns, and all its false expectations.

One dream can change your destiny.

One night he sits up. In cots around him are a few dozen sick or wounded. A warm September wind pours across the countryside and sets the walls of the tent rippling. Werner’s head swivels lightly on his neck. The wind is strong and gusting stronger, and the corners of the tent strain against their guy ropes, and where the flaps at the two ends come up, he can see trees buck and sway. Everything rustles. Werner zips his old notebook and the little house into his duffel and the man beside him murmurs questions to himself and the rest of the ruined company sleeps. Even Werner’s thirst has faded. He feels only the raw, impassive surge of the moonlight as it strikes the tent above him and scatters. Out there, through the open flaps of the tent, clouds hurtle above treetops. Toward Germany, toward home. Silver and blue, blue and silver. Sheets of paper tumble down the rows of cots, and in Werner’s chest comes a quickening. He sees Frau Elena kneel beside the coal stove and bank up the fire. Children in their beds. Baby Jutta sleeps in her cradle. His father lights a lamp, steps into an elevator, and disappears. The voice of Volkheimer: What you could be. Werner’s body seems to have gone weightless under his blanket, and beyond the flapping tent doors, the trees dance and the clouds keep up their huge billowing march, and he swings first one leg and then the other off the edge of the bed. “Ernst,” says the man beside him. “Ernst.” But there is no Ernst; the men in the cots do not reply; the American soldier at the door of the tent sleeps. Werner walks past him into the grass. The wind moves through his undershirt. He is a kite, a balloon. Once, he and Jutta built a little sailboat from scraps of wood and carried it to the river. Jutta painted the vessel in ecstatic purples and greens, and she set it on the water with great formality. But the boat sagged as soon as the current got hold of it. It floated downstream, out of reach, and the flat black water swallowed it. Jutta blinked at Werner with wet eyes, pulling at the battered loops of yarn in her sweater. “It’s all right,” he told her. “Things hardly ever work on the first try. We’ll make another, a better one.” Did they? He hopes they did. He seems to remember a little boat—a more seaworthy one—gliding down a river. It sailed around a bend and left them behind. Didn’t it? The moonlight shines and billows; the broken clouds scud above the trees. Leaves fly everywhere. But the moonlight stays unmoved by the wind, passing through clouds, through air, in what seems to Werner like impossibly slow, imperturbable rays. They hang across the buckling grass. Why doesn’t the wind move the light? Across the field, an American watches a boy leave the sick tent and move against the background of the trees. He sits up. He raises his hand. “Stop,” he calls. “Halt,” he calls. But Werner has crossed the edge of the field, where he steps on a trigger land mine set there by his own army three months before, and disappears in a fountain of earth.

One of the major problems encountered in time travel is not that of accidentally becoming your own father or mother. There is no problem involved in becoming your own father or mother that a broad-minded and well-adjusted family can’t cope with. There is no problem about changing the course of history—the course of history does not change because it all fits together like a jigsaw. All the important changes have happened before the things they were supposed to change and it all sorts itself out in the end.

One of the most foolish of all human philosophies, is to believe that we all have an unavoidable destiny.

ONE PERSON saying yes to God can change everything!

One of the most deadly causes of destruction of divine destinies is when a leader is failing, but he or she does not know it. Ignorance about your role is a death plot against people's successes.

One time Bonaventure heard the graphite of a pencil rasp across a piece of paper and leave a slight and quivered mark behind. He listened so hard he heard the graphite's history, when it was still a part of metamorphic rock that didn't know it would one day almost capture what was almost a thought from the mind of an insane man.

One's course in life often pivots on small incidents.

One's freedom is one's love and one's love is one's undoing, it's all in the dictionary...

One shouldn't envy another person's Destiny! As the fate written for everyone is not the same but surely a good one.

One wonderful lesson I’ve learnt is that the life will never become perfect whatever you may do. As we have always been told, nothing is perfect anyway. But I wonder, if it did, then there will be no more need to live further. Having mastered all the lessons of the fifth class, why be in it any more? So, this life is actually not planned to satisfy and it does not satisfy. If it did, then there will be no progress and nothing more to live for. Life is planned to allure first and dissatisfy at last. Allure, so that we may enter into with zest and hope; and dissatisfy, so that we may not like to settle in it forever, but seek other higher forms of life. So, troubles keep us from falling, they keep us from being blown away, they are counter weights in life to keep balance.Troubles are like soap and water, without you don’t keep pure and fresh. The baby dislikes soap and water-bath, resists and kicks, and so we do with troubles. Like a tonic, they provoke thoughts, provoke actions and promote further growth. So, life in a way teaches us that the will of destiny is not that we should be free from troubles and sorrows, but be clean, fresh, active and ever growing.

Only in stillness the wind Only from ice the flame. When all were Nameless, the wise will tell It was only by knowing the other That they came to know themselves.

Only fate would decree how it reached its destiny, which always waited just around the corner, over the hill...

Only people who believe in themselves are able to do exploits

On the preserved tablet of destiny we were each presented with the book of our life before we placed our footsteps on earth, sometimes in the dimly lit nights of this world, we can read what we promised our soul

On paper it's perfect. But the thing about paper is: It burns.

On some deep, unconscious level, he had always known it to be true. He was an invention, a fictional character. Jacob Lightfoot didn't exist.

Open your eyes to new opportunities

…ora so che il nostro mondo è tanto instabile quanto un'onda che si innalza in mezzo all'oceano. Quali che siano stati i nostri conflitti e i nostri trionfi, per quanto indelebile sia il segno che questi abbiano potuto lasciare su di noi, finiscono sempre per stemperarsi come una tinta ad acquerello su un foglio di carta.

On the path to greatness, life teaches you to walk with stones in your shoes.

Our ability to choose is sacred. It’s what makes humans special.

...our ability to achieve our dreams and fulfill our destiny is directly influenced by our thinking. How we think determines our responses, our ability to relate to others, our level of commitment, our priorities, and the dreams we will pursue.

Our ability to convert time determines how great we will become

Our calling is in our uniqueness

Our attitude to others dictates God’s attitude to us

Our demons are friends,

Our destiny becomes the accumulation of the choices that we make; the choices of which paths we took in life.

Our dreams define our sacred destiny.

Our destinies are riddled with challenges that have a tendency to ruin well laid plans. Many have attempted to take fate into their own hands and have been unsuccessful in changing it. Others find that their paths differ from what they have dreamed for themselves. We must be aware that our choices may come back to haunt us later in life, but to trust that is is all part of fate's desing.

Our destiny is aligned with our heart's innermost longing, a longing embedded within our soul before birth. This longing is a unique pattern or configuration reminiscent of the constellations in the night sky. When we express (press out) our unique configuration, it shines through us with an otherworldly luminosity, manifesting abundance in our lives and the lives of others. Our sole task is to yoke our inner destiny, thread it through our lives and weave it into the world. All else is just shadows and dust.

Our could always run but we could never hide Our souls crave this magic.

Our eventual fate will be the sum of the stories we told ourselves long enough.