Dinah Maria Mulock Quotes

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

We never know we go when we are going- We jest and shut the Door- Fate-following-behind us bolts it- And we accost no more-.

Each man's death is fated from the beginning of time.

The Greater Man upstairs know when it's my time. Right now isn't the time.

Live not as though there were a thousand years ahead of you. Fate is at your elbow; make yourself good while life and power are still yours.

My time has not yet come either; some are born posthumously.

Not Heav'n itself upon the past has pow'r; But what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.

You're young. Maybe there'll be time for a do-over if you don't get it right the first time. But there are no guarantees. There will come a time as it has for me when there's no time for a do-over.

The future works out great men's destinies; The present is enough for common souls, Who, never looking forward, are indeed Mere clay wherein the footprints of their age Are petrified forever.

Duty and to-day are ours; results and futurity belong to God.

There is always death at the end of your plan and life at the end of God's plan.

No wonder, said an Ancient, that chance has so much power over us, since it is by chance that we live.

Speak the name, and death will come. On the morrow, at the turn of the moon, a year from this day, it will come. A man does not fly like a bird, but one foot moves and then another and one day a man is there.

What God originates, God orchestrates.

Very early in my life it was too late.

Events of all sorts creep or fly exactly as God pleases.

What discord should we bring into the universe if our prayers were all answered! Then we should govern the world, and not God. And do you think we should govern it better?

Each hour comes with some little faggot of God's will fastened upon its back.

It is for God to fix the time who knows no time.

It is in the middle that human choices are made; the beginning and the end remain with God. The decrees of God are birth and death, and in between those limits man makes his own distress or joy.

Time stoops to no man's lure.

The book of nature is the book of fate. She turns the gigantic pages, leaf after leaf never returning one.