I have come to understand that life is composed of a series of coincidences. How we react to these - how we exercise what some refer to as free will - is everything; the choices we make within the boundaries of the twists of fate determine who we are.
Unseen in the background, Fate was quietly slipping lead into the boxing-glove.
I seem fated to pass through the world without colliding with it or moving it — and I'm sure I can't tell you whether the fate's good or evil. I don't die — I don't fall in love. And if other people die or fall in love they always do it when I'm just not there.
So, after all, we are but puppets, creatures of our fate, not commanding it but being molded by it.
Even when you think you have your life all mapped out, things happen that shape your destiny in ways you might never have imagined.
That power of the Gods which orders for the good things which are not uniform, and which happen contrary to expectation, is commonly called Fortune, and it is for this reason that the Goddess is especially worshipped in public by cities; for every city consists of elements which are not uniform.
I do believe in fate, Anne-not the blind fate that gives one no freedom of choice, but a fate that sets down a pattern for each of our lives and gives us choices, numerous choices, by which to find that pattern and be happy.
It is comforting to think that we can love so powerfully that fate itself wheels and turns at the command of our souls.
I, too, was carrying around my own fate. All the things I couldn't know sat somewhere inside, embroidered into me-maybe not quite fixed to the point of inevitability but waiting, in any event, for a chance to unspool.
The choices we make within the boundaries of the twists of fate determines who we are
O how feeble is man's power, that if good fortune fall, cannot add another hour, nor a lost hour recall!
By the will of Fate wealth influences everything. Rulers are slaves of their means.
Antonio: Will you stay no longer? nor will you not that I go with you? Sebastian: By your patience, no. My stars shine darkly over me; the malignancy of my fate might, perhaps, distemper yours; therefore I shall crave of you your leave that I may bear my evils alone. It were a bad recompense for your love to lay any of them on you.
I could have been you, you could have been me. One small change that shapes your destiny.
