Quotes About Fate Novels & Stories

"What?! I did not say-" "You didn't have to. Usually you tell me about girls when you over them, a conquest or dated in high school. Bro fate has no numbers. Fate is not math man sometimes fate can be a philosophy like Astrophysics or Geology." "Ugh, don't start with your sappy emotions. As innocent as you are Toby, there is no such thing as fate and to prove it I am willing to put money on the table." "My point is there is no way of understanding fate. Wait. So your great idea is to gamble fates nonexistence? If it sound smart in your ears, then Bet."

Veronica’s POV The funny thing about fate is that you don’t know what it has in store for you. When life feels like a trap, there is no other way but to gamble your way out of it. For me, after losing all I had, the only choice left was to flip the coin and hope it lands in my favor.

Then asked before I could stop myself: “What do you think about all this?” Franco didn’t even flinch. He just stared ahead, stoic. I almost regretted asking. Almost. But then, he spoke, eyes still on the road. “Fate,” he said, voice like gravel. “Fate is a cruel thing. Sometimes, you don’t get to write it. Most times... You don’t get to escape it either. All you can do is trust the process. Or be destroyed by it.”

There is no thing as fate, this word is created for those who tend to fail everytime. Fate, karma and destiny are just words. Helplessness, incapablity and defeat is the reality. When you are helpless you name it fate, when you are incapable, you act to believe in karma and when you are defeated you call it destiny. This is the ugly truth of reality. But I am neither. I am not helpless, incapable or can be defeated. I have many options for me. And right now I was making my path towards them.

“What do you know? Must be fate.” I start walking again. “Or I’m in hell.” I hear his intoxicating chuckle as he follows me in silence to the next class. I take my seat, almost in the back. He still sits close, but this time he was diagonal from me and out of my line of vision. Maybe, just maybe, I’d be able to focus in this class. I think I heard fate laugh at me. “What the hell were you and Ryan talking about?”

I told Janet. "Really?… how lucky. You get to be one of the first people meeting the Smiths after a very long time.” She said, not bothering to hide the look of envy on her face. “I hope they have a cute son. Lord knows you need a boyfriend." She continued, causing me to gape at her. “What do you mean by that, you know very well, that's not going to happen.” I replied with a smile. “We don't even know the gender of the kids and you are already daydreaming about my nonexistent love life.” I said with a shake of my head.

“I thought about what you said the night we were finally together. Gabe, it is fated. So we will accept fate and move on together.” “Well, here is to fated love.” He kissed her hard as he spun her around. The two began planning that night. Everything was going to be okay for them as long as they had each other.

He attempted to step away from it, but he couldn't because it kept on following him. Then I remembered what I had seen at the garden's entrance before we entered. Debitus constitutus promissio(Debt Establishment, promise.) It was written in block letters and a language I didn't know I could comprehend until now. No one was able to read it, not even Maya. Aiden had vowed, and he wouldn't escape from it until he fulfilled his wish or until he was dead. He clasped the sword, and his eyes bored into mine. “I'm sorry,” He muttered.

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

“Why your mother’s song? Why now? Why me?” “Why do you think I’m asking you?” he counters. “If you don’t know, how do you know it’s not just…” I wave a hand. “Coincidence.” He drums his fingers once on his knee. “When I was sixteen,” he says, “one of my uncles told me coincidence is just God laughing at our expense.” “I thought you didn’t believe in fate,” I say. “I don’t,” he says. “I believe in men who use fate as an excuse to do whatever they want. I’ve been one of them.”