Amor Fati – Love Your Fate, which is in fact your life.

Amor verus numquam moritur: True love never dies

I want to learn more and more to see as beautiful what is necessary in things:—then I shall be one of those who make things beautiful. Amor fati: let that be my love from henceforth!

This death to the logic of emotional commitments of our chance moment in the world of space and time, this recognition of, the shift of our emphasis to, the universal life that throbs and celebrates its victory in the very kiss of our own annihilation, this amor fati, ‘love of fate,’ love of the fate that is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art.

Now I’m a warrior Now i’ve got thicker skin I’m a warrior I’m stronger than i’ve ever been And my amor Is made of steel you can’t get in i’m a warrior And you can never hurt me again

Ni muer ni viu ni no guaris, Ni mal no·m sent e si l’ai gran, Quar de s’amor no suy devis, Ni no sai si ja n’aurai ni quan, Qu’en lieys es tota le mercés Que·m pot sorzer o decazer. Not dying nor living nor healing, there is no pain in my sickness, for I am not kept from her love. I don’t know if I will ever have it, for all the mercy that makes me flourish or decay is in her power.