Do You Believe In Fate Mga Nobela at Kwento

Or is it? Cause there are two things I believe in. One, fate and second, fate's humour.

She fell back into the grass beside me, letting out a laugh. “Do you believe we are destined to one path?” I asked, biting my lower lip. I watched the stars twinkle in the sky. “No, I think we only believe we have one path because that is what we are taught. But there is more to life than just sitting there and taking what is given to us.” She murmured. “So you don’t believe in fate.” I laughed. She sat up, turning to me, letting out a sigh. “Fate is a cruel bitch. Sometimes she needs a little rebellion.” A challenging glint in her eyes as she looked at me.

"Nope. I guess it was just fate." I rolled my eyes and continued walking. "I don't believe in fate." "Why not?" "Because it contradicts free will. I make my own decisions and those decisions determine what my future looks like. I don't like the idea of having my whole life planned out for me without me having a say in it." I answered simply.

Helen said seriously, “Some things are entirely dependent on fate. If there is no fate, then no matter how hard you try, it will still be useless. However, if the both of you are fated, even if you are not trying to look for him, he will still appear in front of you.” At this time, Sophie did not hesitate at all as she said, “I do not want to leave everything to fate. That is simply too unreliable. There are so many people in this world. Aside from the neighbors who are right at our doorstep, the probability of two people who have met by chance in a foreign country meeting again coincidentally is close to zero. If I do not take the initiative to look for him, I am afraid that I will not ever

Aurora's father smiled warmly and put a hand on the shoulder of the woman. Though it was a light fleeting touch but Aurora felt the weight of the responsibility that her old man carried. And it was one that she too will have to do after the end of this current age. "So are we blind and deaf ministers of soul, Father? Is that it? Is that all that we are?" Aurora clarified this time. "Do you believe in fate, Aurora?" but the patient man asked a question instead. "No I do not, Father. Fate is what I make and not given by some eternal goddess who minors in some assorted witchcraft to peer into the future using grass or their roots." Aurora said.

I finally said, feeling him watch me as if every move I made fascinated the bloody hell out of him. "What makes you say that?" He asked even though we both knew it was a stupid question. "What's the point of having dreams or hoping and praying for something different when your fate has already ripped it all away. It's pre-written before our parents could even think about making us. It's morbidly cruel and vicious and I'm certain the person who invented it did it to get off on our torture. Very few are happy with their fate, I don't fall in that category." "Some people believe fate is what you make of it," Sylvain pointed out, his eyes drifting from me to the path ahead.

Luke felt confused and became silent. "I believe in fate, though maybe many people don't believe in it. But I believe in fate. Every man’s life has been arranged by God. It is Zora’s destined catastrophe so she cannot avoid it! As you have said, if Kingsley had taken her to a better place, then she would not have died. Or if Cathy hadn’t revealed her wealth when she went there, Zora would not have died. Or if Cathy had disdained to go to such a poor area, Zora would not have died.

I uttered low. "And why that?." He yelled slamming his hand with force on the golden table next to his mighty throne. "I......" "Do something about it Chad!. You are aware of what am capable of doing. You do not want me to take what belongs to you, do you?!." "No." I answered. "Then do what i asked you to do!." He says through gritted teeth. "Yes.....father." I replied in obedience. . . . . . Quinn ~ I woke up this morning with a smile plastered on my face. Am so happy to go to school, I have no idea of how I slept last night cause I couldn't stop thinking of that cute guy at the café. Gosh......I've never been this excited before.

Do you believe in fate? Believing that God has Written everything about your life, Then what if there is no coincidence in this world. Maybe everything that happens and everyone we see is predetermined and always has some meaning in our lives even if it's a brief encounter or just passing through on the street? ***

The countryside moved past in its Sunday afternoon configuration — quieter than the weekday, slower, the kind of light that arrived in October at this hour and made everything look as if it were being considered before being given to the dark. "Can I ask you something?" he said. "Always." "Do you believe in fate?" Adrian was quiet for a moment. He drove the way he did most things — without excessive attention, the competence at rest. "I believe in the probability of certain things converging," he said carefully. "I believe that people who pay attention to their lives are more likely to be in the right place for certain moments than people who don't." He paused