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Even thou who mournst the daisy's fate, That fate is thine--no distant date; Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives, elate, Full on thy bloom, Till crushed beneath the furrow's weight Shall be thy doom!

Ever heard of anyone executed for distributing copies of Grimm's fairy tales? Imagine people trying to smuggle copies of Hans Christian Andersen's works into China? The Bible, which has been called a mere collection of myths has suffered all of these fates: even today, copies of the Bible are banned and burned. There's something about this ancient book that threatens and frightens those in power.

Everybody has noticed the way cats stop and loiter in a half-open door. Hasn't everyone said to a cat: For heavens sake why don't you come in? With opportunity half-open in front of them, there are men who have a similar tendency to remain undecided between two solutions, at the risk of being crushed by fate abruptly closing the opportunity. The overprudent, cats as they are, and because they are cats, sometimes run more danger than the bold

Every great culture has cared a lot, one way or another, about the fate of its girls.

Every individual acts and suffers in accordance with his peculiar teleology, which has all the inevitability of fate, so long as he does not understand it.

Every man beholds his human condition with a degree of melancholy. As a ship aground is battered by the waves, so man, imprisonedin mortal life, lies open to the mercy of coming events.

Every mind was made for growth, for knowledge, and its nature is sinned against when it is doomed to ignorance.

Every month, it is woman's fate to face the abyss of time and being, the abyss which is herself.

Every once in a while I feel despair over the fate of the planet. If you’ve been following climate science, you know what I mean: the sense that we’re hurtling toward catastrophe but nobody wants to hear about it or do anything to avert it.

Every one is more or less master of his own fate.

Every path but your own is the path of fate. Keep on your own track, then.

Everything in nature is lyrical in its ideal essence, tragic in its fate, and comic in its existence.

Everything necessarily is or is not, and will be or will not be; but one cannot divide and say that one or the other is necessary.I mean, for example: it is necessary for there to be or not to be a sea-battle tomorrow; but it is not necessary for a sea-battle to take place tomorrow, or for one not to take place--though it is necessary for one to take place or not to take place.

Everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

Everything that happened to me happened by mistake. I don't believe in fate. It's luck, timing and accident.

Every weed's fate is to bow in front of the wind!

Fate and free will are equally powerful forces but I consider free will to be more important as it is your free will that determines your fate.

Faber est suae quisque fortunae. Each man is the architect of his own fate.

Fame is fickle. If the media turn against me, I will just have more time in the library. Not bad as a fate.

Fatalism is a false premise. What will be is not necessarily what must be.

Fate and temperament are the names of a concept.

Fate being unfavorable( or without god's grace, even an easy task becomes difficult to accomplish)

Fate does not jest and events are not a matter of chance. There is no existence out of nothing.

Fate" Eve said with a sigh "I'm not sure fate had to burn up your car to get the point across," Shane said, buckling his own seatbelt. "No, not that. The hearse. I'm going to name it Fate." Shane stared at Eve for a long, long few seconds, then slowly shook his head. "Have you considered medication, or-" She flipped him off. "Ah. Back to normal. Excellent.

Fate gives you the finger and you accept.

Fate is a shape-shifter. It is the kindest and most generous entity imaginable, laying out more goodness than a person deserves, and then it shrinks and curls and forms into something grotesque. You think something is one thing, but then it´s another.

Fate is a wheel that turns without our hand

Fate is gonna find you in your glass of champagne.

Fate is like a small sandstorm that keeps changing directions. You change direction but the sandstorm chases you. You turn again, but the storm adjusts. Over and over you play this out, like some ominous dance with death just before dawn. Why? Because this storm isn't something that blew in from far away, something that has nothing to do with you. This storm is you. Something inside of you. So all you can do is give in to it, step right inside the storm, closing your eyes and plugging up your ears so the sand doesn't get in, and walk through it, step by step.

Fate is trying to kill me. I miss my dog. What's a doctor going to say? You're not ill, you're mad as a muffin? They'll either lock me up or tell me to get a grip and no one will believe the truth anyway.

Fate knows all about you, it knows your fears and your weaknesses and your confidences and strengths, and it can be ready for all of them when it decides that the time is right. It can move you like a pawn in a terrible game of chess, sacrifice you for the good of others, drop you from a building you should never have been inside, give you a disease that no one has ever heard of. Luck and chance are impartial. Fate is active. It picks on people. Almost as if it thinks about things too much.

Fate never knows when comedy ends and tragedy begins.

Fate rules the affairs of men, with no recognizable order.

Fate shall yield To fickle Chance, and Chaos judge the strife.

Fate's sentence written on the brow no hand can e'er efface.

Fate always wins, for our own heart within us Imperiously furthers its designs.

Fate, at first so amenable, so reasonable, so open to negotiation, ends up by exacting a cruel revenge for happiness.

Fate carries its own clock.

Fate chooses our relatives, we choose our friends.

Fate does not seek our consent.

Fate is a ladder on which you cannot afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one step would mean you'll never make it to the top.

Fate is a misplaced retreat. Many people rationalize an unexplained event as fate and shrug their shoulders when it occurs. But that is not what fate is. The world operates as a series of circles that are invisible, for they extend to the upper air. Fate is where these circles cut to earth. Since we cannot see them, do not know their content, and have no sense of their width, it is impossible to predict when these cuts will slice into our reality. When this happens, we call it fate. Fate is not a chance event but one that is inevitable, we are simply blind to its nature and time.

Fate is being kind to me. Fate doesn't want me to be too famous too young.

Fate is not quite as strange as it appears!

Fate is the magnetic pull of our souls toward the people, places, and things we belong with.

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

Fate, I think, is a thief.

Fate Marches on, demanding we find our destinies

Fate never promises to tell you everything up front. You aren't always shown the path in life you're supposed to take. But if there was one thing she'd learned in the past few weeks, it was that sometimes, when you're really lucky, you meet someone with a map.

Fate steals along with silent tread, Found oftenest in what least we dread; Frowns in the storm with angry brow, But in the sunshine strikes the blow.