Arthur Conan Doyle Quotes

Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all pre-determined, can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving, someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going

We are spinning our own fates, good or evil, never to be undone.

I think half of our life is written out for us and things happen the way their supposed to happen.

There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.

You can't even kill yourself if it isn't your time to go. People have no control whatsoever over what happens to them, and they are beginning to realize this. The future lies in the time of living. Your doing something will get you into tomorrow, if you want to call it tomorrow. If you want to make those distinctions at all.

I think some things are just meant to happen; you can't change your fate. Maybe we have a small amount of control.

Men are not yet ready to shape their own destinies, to control and direct world events, of which -- instead -- they become the victims.

Many events in our lives are the result of things beyond our control. While it is comforting to think, 'I'm in charge,' in truth, most changes effected by individuals are very limited in scope.

You can't fight your fate...It is predestined.

Things happen in the way they usually should. I'm a pretty fatalistic person.

No man or woman born, coward or brave, can shun his destiny.

Wyrd bith ful araed (Fate is inexorable).

Destiny bears us to our lot, and destiny is perhaps our own will.

I knew it like destiny, and at the same time, I knew it as choice.

Our destiny rules over us, even when we are not yet aware of it; it is the future that makes laws for our today.

Whatever limits us we call fate.

Everything that happens, happens of necessity.

there's no such thing as luck. Nothing ever just happens to anybody. ... nothing can really happen to a person till he lets it happen.

A person does not choose his or her fate; he or she only fulfills it. We are bound by our fate as long as we accept the values that determine it.

What people commonly call Fate is, as a general rule, nothing but their own stupid and foolish conduct.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

What happened was no accident. Everything was preordained. True, the will was free, but heaven also made its ordinances.

The blackest ink of fate are sure my lot, And when fate writ my name it made a blot.

Men speak of blind destiny, a thing without scheme or purpose. But what sort of destiny is that? Each act in this world from which there can be no turning back has before it another, and it another yet. In a vast endless net. Men imagine that the choices before them are theirs to make. But we are free to act only upon what is given. Choice is lost in the maze of generations and each act in the maze is itself an enslavement for it voids every alternative and binds one ever more tightly into the constraints that make a life.