Category Archives: FATE

Do not throw a stone at the mouse and break the precious vase. Spanish

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We must rest here, for this is where the teacher comes. On his desk stands a vase of tears.

[John Ashbery (b. 1927)

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Fate doesn’t ask you what you want. Fate knows what’s best even if you don’t.

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My Kismet – Poem by NAYYAR SHABBIR AHMAD

I sincerely believe that
Whatever happens in life
Happens for a good reason
Though one is unlikely to
Appreciate it at the time

Because of my disability
My kismet has driven me
To many wondrous places

Places I would only have
Envisioned in my dreams
Had I been able-bodied

I might have thought of
Becoming a painter
An accountant
Or anything
Other than a contented writer

Yes, I believe in kismet
Its the sole guiding force in all our lives

Source : http://www.coolnsmart.com/fate_quotes/

Arab. — When fate arrives the physician becomes a fool.

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“Albert grunted. “Do you know what happens to lads who ask too many questions?”
Mort thought for a moment.
“No,” he said eventually, “what?”
There was silence.
Then Albert straightened up and said, “Damned if I know. Probably they get answers, and serve ’em right.”
― Terry Pratchett, Mort

“The snow doesn’t give a soft white damn whom it touches.” ― E.E. Cummings

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Every season 

Shall have its suited pastime ; even winter, 
In its deep noon, when mountains piled with snow 
And choked up valleys from our mansion, bar 
All entrance, and nor guest nor traveller 
Sounds at our gate ; the empty hall forsaken, 
In some warm chamber, by the crackling fire, 
We'll hold our little, snug, domestic court, 
Plying our work with song and tale between." 
Joanna Bailh'e.  Guernsey.

I can feel the souls of my ancestors calling me back home To all the familiar places and tracks I once did roam

Source: http://www.creativespirits.info/aboriginalculture/arts/calling-me-home#ixzz3cLm28UAs

Lyndon Lane, Goodooga, NSW0 INDIAN

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I look back with gladness to the day when I found the path to
the land of heart’s desire, and thank Fate ceaselessly with a
loud voice that she did not permit the town to sap all the years
away while the heart was turning to wind-voices and
flower-faces and the hands of kindly earth.


–   Mrs. George Cran, The Garden of Ignorance, 1913)

“Some pirates achieved immortality by great deeds of cruelty or derring-do. Some achieved immortality by amassing great wealth. But the captain had long ago decided that he would, on the whole, prefer to achieve immortality by not dying.” ― Terry Pratchett, The Colour of Magic

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“Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.” 


― Edith WhartonThe Buccaneers

My room is a grave yard of whisky bottles in a swamp of stale beer, cigar ashes, and dick jokes. Vincent Brooks

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In the UK we used to have ‘jug and bottle’ which was (usually) a hatch 
from a corridor in a pub through which off-sales (into jugs and bottles, 
unsurprisingly) were made, the customer not needing to go into the bar, 
lounge, snug or smoke-room. Now very rare, alas.

As others have said, places with an off-licence only (no on-licence to 
drink on the premises) are affectionately known as ‘offies

 

 

Charon, do not vex yourself: it is willed there, where what is willed is done: ask no more. DANTE.

racks of suits and overcoats that swayed
When one was tugged from its overcrowded frame
Like their owners’ shades close-packed on Charon’s barge.

Human Chain
By Seamus Heaney

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The Courier-Mail (Brisbane, Qld. : 1933 – 1954), Saturday 3 November 1934

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Behold the wonders of the sky What secrets lie within It watches us along the way As each journey we begin. Kismet

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“It doesn’t have to be on Valentine’s Day. It doesn’t have to be by the time you turn eighteen or thirty-three or fifty-nine. It doesn’t have to conform to whatever is usual. It doesn’t have to be kismet at once, or rhapsody by the third date.
It just has to be. In time. In place. In spirit.
It just has to be.”

― David Levithan

What is the point of having free will if one cannot occasionally spit in the eye of destiny?” ― Jim Butcher, White Night

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Gods prefer simple, vicious games, where you Do Not Achieve Transcendence but Go Straight To Oblivion; a key to the understanding of all religion is that a god’s idea of amusement is Snakes and Ladders with greased rungs.”

― Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters

As I come down the hill from Toro Poutini’s house My feet are sore, being bare, on the sharp stones And that is a suitable penance.

James K. Baxter, Collected Poems (OUP 1979)

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/11/26/the-sacred-politics-of-james-k-baxter/

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“I was surrounded by friends, my work was immense, and pleasures were abundant. Life, now, was unfolding before me, constantly and visibly, like the flowers of summer that drop fanlike petals on eternal soil. Overall, I was happiest to be alone; for it was then I was most aware of what I possessed. Free to look out over the rooftops of the city. Happy to be alone in the company of friends, the company of lovers and strangers. Everything, I decided, in this life, was pure pleasure.” 

― Roman Payne, Rooftop Soliloquy

dive into your inner wisdom, and uncover what’s already under your nose.

 

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Though everyone in town was safe, the beaches were gone . . . all covered by the cool green Flood, which almost paralyzed her with its beauty, its clarity . . . for “days” she could watch nothing else, while all around her the town adjusted to its new shoreline and life went on. Late at “night” she went out on her deck and stood just above the surf, looking toward a horizon she couldn’t see, as if into a wind that might really be her own passage, destination unknown, and heard a voice, singing across the Flood, this wonderful song, the kind you heard stoned over at some stranger’s place one night and never found again, telling of the divers, who would come, not now but soon, and descend into the Flood and bring back up for us “whatever has been taken,” the voice promised, “whatever has been lost.”

–Vineland

“Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don’t always like.”

― Lemony Snicket

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“At first people refuse to believe that a strange new thing can be done, then they begin to hope it can be done, then they see it can be done–then it is done and all the world wonders why it was not done centuries ago.”

― Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden

But for life’s little defeats and indignities, I would be happy, content and completely average.”

― Mark Rude

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“If you are in a pit of stress or despair, don’t succumb to defeat. Don’t accept that difficult place as your fate. Even though God has allowed you to be there right now, he never intended for you to live there. Our God is bigger then whatever problem you are facing. The only way to see past the problem is to believe that he has not forgotten or abandoned you and that, at the exact time that he has ordained, he will reach down and pick you up.”

― Tracie Miles, Stressed-Less Living: Finding God’s Peace in Your Chaotic World

Death As a dark Shadow Beckons his prey Into the unknown By a soft whisper In the soul

CINDY CHENEY, “Death”

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“Drunkenness – that fierce rage for the slow, sure poison, that oversteps every other consideration; that casts aside wife, children, friends, happiness, and station; and hurries its victims madly on to degradation and death.”

― Charles Dickens, Sketches by Boz

In your days – things like this happen to you… You get a tap, a nudge, a gentle shake, and life whispers to you, “I know you’re tired – but I don’t want you to miss this.

Mary Anne Radmacher

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“Nothing is ever truly set by fate. In one blink, everything changes. Even though it should be a clear, sunny day, the softest whisper into the wind can become a hurricane that destroys everything it touches. (Acheron)”

― Sherrilyn Kenyon, Sins of the Night

What seems to us as bitter trials are often blessings in disguise ― Oscar Wilde

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“Sometimes we are blessed with being able to choose
the time, and the arena, and the manner of our revolution,
but more usually
we must do battle where we are standing.”

― Audre Lorde, Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches

Those who try to juggle wisdom, power and greed, drop one of the balls, every time.

—Zarost” ― Greg Hamerton, The Riddler’s Gift

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“Fates are woven not by gods, but by the choices of humans–their greed and jealousies, their loves and courage…Fate is but one moment the gods extend to us, a test for us, but it is the choices we make that take us to that fate, or away. And so I will forge my own life!”
― Jules Watson, The Swan Maiden