A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

A consistent soul believes in destiny, a capricious one in chance.

I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times read more

I have no regrets in my life. I think that everything happens to you for a reason. The hard times that you go through build character, making you a much stronger person.

Truly some men there be
That live always in great horrour,
And say it goeth by destiny
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Truly some men there be
That live always in great horrour,
And say it goeth by destiny
To hang or wed: both hath one hour;
And whether it be, I am well sure,
Hanging is better of the twain;
Sooner done, and shorter pain.

And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping read more

And so we stand here motionless, waiting for the bitter end of all that is beautiful in this world; hoping only that the futures power will shed light on a new and wonderful destiny.

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.

If a man is destined to drown, he will drown even in a spoonful of water.

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before read more

To accomplish our destiny it is not enough to merely guard prudently against road accidents. We must also cover before nightfall the distance assigned to each of us.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster they call destiny.

Men heap together the mistakes of their lives and create a monster they call destiny.

Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All read more

Nature is at work.. Character and destiny are her handiwork. She gives us love and hate, jealousy and reverence. All that is ours is the power to choose which impulse we shall follow.

For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge read more

For I am a weed,
Flung from the rock, on Ocean's foam, to sail,
Where'er the surge may sweep, the tempest's breath prevail.