Jacqueline Winspear Quotes

I always say there are no coincidences.

What I really believe is that there are no coincidences anymore.

There are no coincidences.

Coincidences are not accidents but signals from the universe which can guide us toward our true destiny.

Chance is perhaps the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

I don't believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

Chance is the pseudonym of God when he did not want to sign.

Coincidence is God's way of remaining anonymous.

I don't believe anything's a coincidence.

There aren't any coincidences. I think things really happen for a reason.

Nothing in this world happens without a reason. That we are all exactly where we are supposed to be, and that the pieces of the puzzle have a tendency to come together when you least expect it.

Things happen for a reason.

When things are meant to come together, they come together.

Nothing in my life is a coincidence.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

This is called synchronicity - a state in which you almost feel as if you are in a collaborative arrangement with fate.

Keep this in mind: there are no coincidences.

... one of the immutable laws of being human is that the people who show up are the right people. [p. 65]

I don't believe in coincidences.

If it's meant to be for you, it's going to happen.

Coincidences are glimpses in to the creative mind of the universe.

Now. Maybe you think it is arrogant or self centered, or ridiculous for me to believe that God bothered to wiggle a cheap bolt out of my new used car because he or she needed to keep me away for a few days until just the moment when my old friend most needed me to help her mother move into whatever comes next. Maybe nothing conscious helped to stall me so that I would be there when I could be most useful. Or maybe it did. I’ll never know for sure. And anyway, it doesn’t really matter.

In the ill-judged execution of the well-judged plan of things the call seldom produces the comer, the man to love rarely coincides with the hour for loving. Nature does not often say 'See!' to her poor creature at a time when seeing can lead to happy doing; or reply 'Here!' to a body's cry of 'Where?' till the hide-and-seek has become an irksome outworn game.

Coincidences are the scars of fate.

NOTHING happens by coincidence.