Anytime a curtain closes forever, that's always sad news.
God made you and me, in certain respects, quite unequal, and it would be futile to try any interference with His arrangements.
I'm a great believer in fate. I think things happen in spite of, and despite, yourself.
Whatever comes from God is impossible for a man to turn back.
Everything that goes up must come down. But there comes a time when not everything that's down can come up.
It will stick with you and show up for better or worse in spite of all you or anyone else can do.
I agree to, or rather aspire to, my doom.
But a man's character is his fate... and in the end there isn't any way to disguise the nature of the knocks by acoustical work on the door or gloving the knuckles.
There is no appeal this side of Heaven.
This desk of mine is one at which a man may die, but from which he cannot resign.
Delving into the past had unveiled a cruel lesson - that in the book of life it is perhaps best not to turn back pages; it was a path on which, whatever direction we took, we'd never be able to choose our own destiny.
I had to accept the fact that sometimes things happen that are out of our hands.
It’s over, and can’t be helped, and that’s one consolation, as they always say in Turkey, ven they cut the wrong man’s head off.
I'm just fascinated by the past. You know, both by the possibilities it holds and by the complete tyranny of it, the way it sort of keeps you in this stranglehold and makes you want things that you no longer have and you can never get back.
It's the only way we can lose, irrespective of the result.
To try to fix the future is a manifest absurdity.
I'm stuck with being No. 32 for the Cleveland Browns. I can't do anything about that, and I don't' want to do anything about it.
Hatred, which could destroy so much, never failed to destroy the man who hated, and this was an immutable law.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Love cannot save you from your own fate.
If you love me, you love me, and if you hate me, you hate me, but you're going to get me.
I do think you can change the past and the present somehow. Even if something has already happened, it doesn't mean it's settled.
A great hope gets crushed every time someone reminds us that happiness can be neither assumed nor earned; that we are all prisoners of our own flawed brains; that the ultimate aloneness in each of us is, finally, inviolable.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
Don't you think you're just rearranging deck chairs on the Titanic?
