The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.

The bow is bent, the arrow flies,
The winged shaft of fate.

The heart is its own Fate.

The heart is its own Fate.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Fate is not an eagle, it creeps like a rat.

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

Fate is nothing but the deeds committed in a prior state of existence.

Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll,
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought goes forth whole.
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Kabira wept when he beheld the millstone roll,
Of that which passes 'twixt the stones, nought goes forth whole.
- Edward B. Eastwick,

It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.

It's the niceties that make the difference fate gives us the hand, and we play the cards.

Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
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Yet what are they, the learned and the great?
Awhile of longer wonderment the theme!
Who shall presume to prophesy their date,
Where nought is certain save the uncertainty of fate?
- Francis Beaumont and John Fletcher,

We create our fate every day we live

We create our fate every day we live

Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who read more

Let those deplore their doom,
Whose hope still grovels in this dark sojourn:
But lofty souls, who look beyond the tomb,
Can smile at Fate, and wonder how they mourn.