Lauren DeStefano Quotes

At the bottom of every leaf-stem is a cradle, and in it is an infant germ; the winds will rock it, the birds will sing to it all summer long, but the next season it will unfold and go alone.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

To try to fix the future is a manifest absurdity.

I throw fresh seeds out. Who knows what survives?

But buds will be roses, and kittens, cats - more's the pity.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

I long for my garden to be complete. Working in it is one of my joys, but it will never be finished because it's forever changing with the seasons.

Nothing is inevitable until it happens.

We animals live life in all its glorious uncertainty. Why do politicians think they can control events?

Fate determines many things, no matter how we struggle.

The march of events rules and overrules human action.

If the world is turning, even the church can’t stop it; if it isn’t turning, nobody can go out and make it turn.

My countrymen, the currents of destiny flow through the hearts of the people. Who will check them ? Who will divert them? Who will stop them?

Many events in our lives are the result of things beyond our control. While it is comforting to think, 'I'm in charge,' in truth, most changes effected by individuals are very limited in scope.

We like to believe we are in control of our destinies, even though we never are and we never have been.

Although it is true that by fate all things are forced and linked by a necessary and dominant reason, nevertheless the character of our minds is subject to fate in a manner corresponding to their nature and quality.

There's just some things you can't change.

You can't push a wave onto the shore any faster than the ocean brings it in.

The Fates guide those who will and drag those who won't!

Life just keeps unfolding, ignoring our praise or blame.

Though you rise early, yet the day comes at his time, and not till then.

I am hanging in the balance of a perfect finished plan, like every sparrow falling, like every grain of sand.

Human nature will not flourish, any more than a potato, if it be planted and replanted, for too long a series of generations, in the same worn-out soil. My children have had other birthplaces, and, so far as their fortunes may be within my control, shall strike their roots into unaccustomed earth.

After all, if you do not resist the apparently inevitable, you will never know how inevitable the inevitable was.