When you go into court you are putting your fate into the hands of twelve people who weren't smart enough to get out of jury duty.
Strange, is it not? That of the myriads who Before us pass'd the door of Darkness through, Not one returns to tell us of the Road Which to discover we must travel too.
O fortune, fortune! all men call thee fickle.
I have come to know well that fates are fickle in the business of English football. And I feel that I have pushed mine well past the limit.
As things stand now, I am going to be a writer. I'm not sure that I'm going to be a good one or even a self-supporting one, but until the dark thumb of fate presses me to the dust and says 'you are nothing', I will be a writer.
Madness and greatness are two sides of the same coin. Every time a new Targaryen is born, the gods toss the coin in the air and the world holds its breath to see how it will land.
The Greeks said grandly in their tragic phrase, 'Let no one be called happy till his death;' to which I would add, 'Let no one, till his death, be called unhappy.'
What mortal knew the way their fate line would run?
What is there astonishing in the death of a mortal? But we are grieved at his dying before his time. Are we sure that this was not his time? We do not know how to pick and choose what is good for our souls, or how to fix the limits of the life of man.
In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men. [Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]
Oh, Vanity of vanities! How wayward the decrees of Fate are; How very weak the very wise, How very small the very great are!
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer
Heav'n from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
What the morrow's years might bring 'twas sin for man to know.
In the beds which the piety of the public has prepared on every side, stricken men await the verdict of fate.
When I get cast, I always flip to the end of the script to see if my character gets beaten up or killed.
Who is it needs such flawless shafts as fate? What archer of his arrows is so choice, or hits the white so surely?
