#fate

I have chosen a life that depends on one’s awareness that every breath may be his last, every step may bring his downfall, and every word may stir betrayal. In truth, I must live in conscious ignorance of the mere thread that holds my life aloft, trusting that God alone has the power to sever it, and that He will do so only when my work on earth is complete. ↗

— Nicole Sager

#danger #falconer #fate #isle-of-arcrea #life

I say if it's going to be done, let's do it. Let's not put it in the hands of fate. Let's not put it in the hands of someone who doesn't know me. I know me best. Then take a breath and go ahead. ↗

— Anita Baker

#life-lessons #proactive #seize-the-day #take-control-of-your-fate #life

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand. ↗

— Simon Armitage

#poetry #tragedy #love

A certain something, he felt, had managed to work its way in through a tiny opening and was trying to fill a blank space inside him. The void was not one that she had made. It had always been there inside him. She had merely managed to shine a special light on it. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#fate #love #love

I fantasized how no matter what happened, no one could ever come between us, call it wishful thinking, I called it a fact. ↗

— Holly Hood

#love #love

Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew. ↗

— Faraaz Kazi

#fate #love #trust #life

The new mythology of love was that it bent to the fashion of the day, obligated to take the shape of doves, lilies, jewels. This is a lie. Love is sometimes as passionate as war. ↗

— Brenna Yovanoff

#love #war #love

I was falling in love with her, and she was falling in love with me. It was fated, decided before any of us were born, and I hated it as much as I loved it. I could barely stand it. (Eric) ↗

— Shannon A. Thompson

#destiny #falling-in-love #fate #hate-to-love #love

For an hour, blended with all she could offer, something noble had been created which had nothing to do with the physical world. And from the turn of his throat, the warmth of his hair, the strong, slender sinews of his hands, something further; which had. Though she combed the earth and searched through the smoke of the galaxies there was no being she wanted but this, who was not and should not be for Philippa Somerville. ↗

— Dorothy Dunnett

#true-love #love

There are those hearts, reader, that never mend again once they are broken. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman. Such was the fate of Chiaroscuro. His heart was broken. Picking up the spoon and placing it on his head, speaking of revenge, these things helped him to put his heart together again. But it was, alas, put together wrong. ↗

— Kate DiCamillo

#fate