Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world Like a Colossus, and we petty men Walk under his huge legs and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves. Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars,
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow. I feel my fate in what I cannot fear. I learn by going where I have to go.
Nothing happens by chance, my friend… No such thing as luck. A meaning behind every little thing, and such a meaning behind this. Part for you, part for me, may not see it all real clear right now, but we will, before long.
The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hands on kings.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
Fate leads the willing and drags along the unwilling. – Epistulae ad Lucilium
Call it Nature, Fate, Fortune all these are names of the one and selfsame God.
It is to be remarked that a good many people are born curiously unfitted for the fate waiting them on this earth.
We must be willing to get rid of the life we???ve planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us.
This is probably the source for: It is not in the stars to hold our destiny but in ourselves.
Drop the question what tomorrow may bring, and count as profit every day that fate allows you.
Fate is the same for the man who holds back, the same if he fights hard. We are all held in a single honor, the brave with the weaklings. A man dies still if he has done nothing, as the one who has done much.
Let us, then, be up and doing, with a heart for any fate Still achieving, still pursuing, learn to labor and to wait.
Every man has his own destiny the only imperative is to follow it, to accept it, no matter where it leads him.
What a man thinks of himself that is what determines, or rather indicates his fate.
Riches and power are but gifts of blind fate, whereas goodness is the result of one’s own merits.