#destiny

Casting sometimes is fate and destiny more than skill and talent, from a director's point of view. ↗

— Steven Spielberg

#destiny #director #fate #more #point

When it comes to my own turn to lay my weapons down, I shall do so with thankfulness and fatigue, and whatever be my destiny afterward, I shall be glad to lie down with my fathers in honor. It is human at least, if not divine. ↗

— Robert Louis Stevenson

#destiny #divine #down #fathers #fatigue

Islam is itself destiny and will not suffer destiny. ↗

— Muhammad Iqbal

#islam #itself #suffer #will

Destiny has two ways of crushing us - by refusing our wishes and by fulfilling them. ↗

— Henri Frederic Amiel

#destiny #fulfilling #our #refusing #them

Money is the string with which a sardonic destiny directs the motions of its puppets. ↗

— W. Somerset Maugham

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It is the destiny of mint to be crushed. ↗

— Waverley Lewis Root

#destiny #mint

Last Friday in the music room, every word I said felt like I was taking a knife to my own skin, cutting so deep that I thought I would never know how to not feel pain again,” he said, his voice remarkably calm for such a strong statement. “The worst of it was knowing that in fighting us being together, I was still causing you pain. I can’t do it anymore.” He stood still, focused intensely on me. “Do you believe that we have the ability to change destiny? ↗

— Michelle Madow

#fate #love #true-love #change

I knew I loved you before I met you I think I dreamed you into life I knew I loved you before I met you I have been waiting all my life ↗

— Savage Garden

#devotion #love #dreams

In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write? ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#destiny #inspirational #on-writing #art

There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place of your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, “I must,” then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#destiny #writing #art