Remember upon the conduct of each depends the fate of all.

Whatever is not conscious will be experienced as fate.

Until you make the unconscious conscious, it will direct your life and you will call it fate.

A person’s fate is their own temper.

Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

My fate cannot be mastered; it can only be collaborated with and thereby, to some extent, directed. Nor am I the captain of my soul; I am only its noisiest passenger.

To punish me for my contempt for authority, fate made me an authority myself.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own.

I believe in beauty. I believe in stones and water, air and soil, people and their future and their fate.

The man who meets with a failure attributes this failure rather to the ill will of another than to fate.

All human actions are equivalent… and all are on principle doomed to failure.

This is moral perfection: to live each day as though it were the last; to be tranquil, sincere, yet not indifferent to one’s fate.

Destiny has a constant passion for the incongruous.

Everything necessarily is or is not, and will be or will not be; but one cannot divide and say that one or the other is necessary.I mean, for example: it is necessary for there to be or not to be a sea-battle tomorrow; but it is not necessary for a sea-battle to take place tomorrow, or for one not to take place–though it is necessary for one to take place or not to take place.

At the age of five years to enter a spinning-cotton or other factory, and from that time forth to sit there daily, first ten, then twelve, and ultimately fourteen hours, performing the same mechanical labour, is to purchase dearly the satisfaction of drawing breath. But this is the fate of millions, and that of millions more is analogous to it.

Unless we learn from history, we are destined to repeat it. This is no longer merely an academic exercise, but may contain our worlds fate and our destiny.

The workman of today works every day in his life at the same tasks, and this fate is no less absurd. But it is tragic only at the rare moments when it becomes conscious.

The fate of man is man.

Every individual acts and suffers in accordance with his peculiar teleology, which has all the inevitability of fate, so long as he does not understand it.

Fate is fickle, and the company of unwilling friends short lived.

We make our fortunes and we call them fate.

Is it our job to judge? The gendarme, policemen and bureaucrats have been especially prepared by fate for that job. Our job is to write, and only to write.

Faith means that a man should regard any disaster simply as a fate-determined blow which must be endured.

The best consolation in misfortune or affliction of any kind will be the thought of other people who are in a still worse plight than yourself; and this is a form of consolation open to every one. But what an awful fate this means for mankind as a whole! We are like lambs in a field, disporting themselves under the eye of the butcher, who chooses out first one and then another for his prey.

Its really a luck of the draw or fate or destiny, whatever you want to call it, but you dont know if youre going to resonate with people or not.

In every life there is one particular event that is decisive for the entire person-for his fate, his convictions, his passions.

You have got to play the game with the cards that have been dealt to you, and it is of no use for you to bewail your fate because you don’t hold different ones. Look them over, arrange them, and play. You certainly must play them before you will get any others, and you need never expect to have other people’s cards.

Fate is a ladder on which you cannot afford to miss a single rung. To skip out on even one step would mean you’ll never make it to the top.

Don’t let anyone define and decide for you fate.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate.

Believing in fate produces fate. Believing in freedom will create infinite possibilities.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am master of my fate and captain of my soul.

Fate is not in man but around him

And binding nature fast in fate, Left free the human will.

From the standpoint of daily life, however, there is one thing we do know: that we are here for the sake of each other – above all for those upon whose smile and well-being our own happiness depends, and also for the countless unknown souls with whose fate we are connected by a bond of sympathy. Many times a day I realize how much my own outer and inner life is built upon the labors of my fellow men, both living and dead, and how earnestly I must exert myself in order to give in return as much as I have received.