Uncertain Fate Quotes

When I behold, upon the night's starr'd face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace Their shadows, with the magic hand of chance.

I'm not supposed to be here. A lot of people from where I'm from don't make it.

Neither dead nor alive, the hostage is suspended by an incalculable outcome. It is not his destiny that awaits for him, nor his own death, but anonymous chance, which can only seem to him something absolutely arbitrary. He is in a state of radical emergency, of virtual extermination.

On what slender threads do life and fortune hang.

At the end of the day, none of us are really promised tomorrow anyway.

Do not try to find out - we're forbidden to know - what end the gods have in store for me, or for you.

I am... a mushroom; On whom the dew of heaven drops now and then.

Something has spoken to me in the night...and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: "[Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth.

Life is a picnic on a precipice.

O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

The future of that ancient chamber remains in considerable doubt.

Well, limbo is not a good place to be.

Fortune is like a coquette; if you don't run after her, she will run after you.

Every television show is sentenced to death - time and date of execution unknown.

For all men have but a little while to live and none knows his fate thereafter. So that a man possesses nothing certainly save a brief loan of his body: and yet the body of man is capable of much curious pleasure.

Sometimes our connection is frayed, it is in danger, it seems almost lost. Views and streets deny knowledge of us, the air grows thin. Wouldn't we rather have a destiny to submit to, than, something that claims us, anything, instead of such flimsy choices, arbitrary days?

Fantastic fortune thou deceitful light, That cheats the weary traveler by night, Though on a precipice each step you tread, I am resolved to follow where you lead.

Death keepes no Calender.

On their way to freedom, some people find riches, some people find death.

No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive.

One of the most difficult things for a writer in this business to accept is the uncertain fate of one's work.

This is the posture of fortunes slave: one foot in the gravy, one foot in the grave.

In a life and death struggle, we cannot afford to leave our destinies in the hands of failures.