I'm at the mercy of a destiny that isn't mine.

A person's destiny often ends before his death.

It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.

Fate had cruel timing.

Mmm....she's doomed! You're doomed!! They're all doomed! Notice I didn't specify what kind of doom, so no matter what happens, I predicted it. How very WISE of me.

You were to suffer your fate. That was not necessarily to know it.

Some people's lives are affected by what happens to their person or property, but for others fate is what happens to their feelings and their thoughts — that and nothing more.

No destiny attacks us from outside. But, within him, man bears his fate and there comes a moment when he knows himself vulnerable; and then, as in a vertigo, blunder upon blunder lures him.

You have lost faith in anything great; you are doomed, then, doomed to perish unless that faith returns, like a comet from unknown skies.

Fate is how your life unfolds when you let fear determine your choices. A path of destiny reveals itself to you, however, when you confront your fear and make conscious choices.

I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why — out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved — I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

But there is a fatality, a feeling so irresistible and inevitable that it has the force of doom, which almost invariably compels human beings to linger around and haunt, ghost-like, the spot where some great and marked event has given the colour to their lifetime; and, still the more irresistibly, the darker the tinge that saddens it.

What is not brought to consciousness, comes to us as fate.

The man who to untimely death is doomed Vainly would hedge him in from the assault of harm; He bears the seed of ruin in himself.