We are merely the stars' tennis-balls, struck and banded Which way please them.
He thanked me, observing that there were days when you lay on your back and the sky rained apples while there were other days when you wore your fingers down to the first joint to catch a flea. Such was Fortune
Fortune's a right whore If she give aught, she deals it in small parcels, That she may take away all at one swoop.
Whatever limits us we call fate.
We make our fortunes and we call them fate.
Fate rules the affairs of men, with no recognizable order.
Fate leads the willing, and drags along the reluctant.
One must either be the hammer or the anvil.
Men at sometime are the masters of their fate.
Tempted fate will leave the loftiest star.
Trust in Allah, but tie your camel.
Sometimes I lie awake at night and ask 'Why me' Then a voice answers 'Nothing personal, your name just happened to come up.'
Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, 'Where have I gone wrong' Then a voice says to me, 'This is going to take more than one night.'
Men are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own mind.
They are not prisoners of fate, but only prisoners of their own minds.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
How fortune brings to earth the oversure
Yet I argue not Against Heav'n's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Truly there is a tide in the affairs of men but there is no gulf-stream setting forever in one direction.
Fate determines who comes into our lives Our attitude and actions determine who stays in our lives.
How a person masters his fate is more important than what his fate is.
Failure or success seem to have been allotted to men by their stars. But they retain the power of wriggling, of fighting with their star or against it, and in the whole universe the only really interesting movement is this wriggle.
Whatever limits us, we call Fate.
If you believe in fate, believe in it, at least, for your good.
Fate, then, is a name for facts not yet passed under the fire of thought for causes which are unpenetrated.