"destiny"タグの名言

God can set my destiny, but he can't take my decisions

Le speranze le hanno le persone, ma i destini li distribuisce il diavolo.

Sometimes when you lose your way, you find YOURSELF.

Realize that if a door closed, it’s because what was behind it wasn’t meant for you.

Sometimes it takes a wrong turn to get you to the right place.

Accidents. It's all about the accidents.

There’s something really cool about knowing that your destiny is SO big that you’re not meant to share it with anyone. At least not yet.

Sometimes you are in the middle of your destiny before you even know it has begun.

Floating there I held onto faith. Because you can't know who might cross your path or who will take your breath away. You can't know what friends might actually become sisters because they stayed by your side. You can't know when there'll be an unexpected detour that'll take you to the place where you were always meant to be.

Regardless of your faith, you can never escape uncertainty.

I have to serve with all my might.

This is the one who will find us. He's the one who will lead them all back to me someday. He's the explorer. El curioso.

Ma qualcuno potrebbe chiedermi: dove si trovava l'angelo custode di Tess? Esisteva una provvidenza che tutelasse la sua ingenua fiducia? Forse, come quell'altra divinità di cui parlava l'ironico Tisbita, stava chiacchierando, o era inseguito, o era in viaggio o forse, stava dormendo e non si era svegliato. Perché su questo bel tessuto femminile, sensibile come una sottile ragnatela e sino ad allora immacolato come la neve veniva tracciato un disegno così rozzo come quello che era destinato a ricevere? Perché così di sovente ciò che è rozzo s'impossessa di ciò che è più delicato: l'uomo sbagliato, di una donna, la donna sbagliata, di un uomo? Migliaia d'anni di filosofia analitica non sono riusciti a spiegarlo al nostro concetto di ordine. Si potrebbe infatti ammettere la possibilità di una vendetta nascosta nella attuale catastrofe; senza dubbio qualche antenato di Tess d'Urberville, in cotta di maglia, tornando a casa eccitato da una rissa aveva usato lo stesso metro, ancor più spietato forse, verso le contadine del suo tempo. Ma, se far ricadere i peccati dei padri sui figli possa essere una morale abbastanza valida per i teologi, questa viene rifiutata dalla comune natura umana; e quindi non servirebbe a migliorare la situazione. La gente come Tess, in quei luoghi sperduti, non si stanca mai di ripetere col tono fatalistico che le è proprio: Doveva accadere.

We cheated fate like destiny had no say. But here we are again, meeting in the same way.

The Universe has faith in you even if you don't.' the Gypsy Queen said, 'That why I am here, to be a thread of your tapestry, even you couldn't see the whole picture quite just yet.

সংগতি ~ অমিয় চক্রবর্তী মেলাবেন তিনি ঝোড়ো হাওয়া আর পোড়ো বাড়িটার ঐ ভাঙ্গা দরজাটা । মেলাবেন । পাগল দাপটে দেবে না গায়েতে কাঁটা । আকাশে আগুনে তৃষ্ণার মাঠ ফাটা মারী-কুকুরের জিভ দিয়ে খেত চাটা,- বন্যার জল, তবু ঝরে জল, প্রলয় কাঁদনে ভাসে ধরাতল- মেলাবেন । তোমার আমার নানা সংগ্রাম, দেশের দশের সাধনা, সুনাম, ক্ষুধা ও ক্ষুধার যত পরিণাম মেলাবেন । জীবন, জীবন-মোহ, ভাষাহারা বুকে স্বপ্নের বিদ্রোহ- মেলাবেন, তিনি মেলাবেন। দুপুর ছায়ায় ঢাকা, সঙ্গীহারানো পাখি উড়ায়েছে পাখা, পাখায় কেন যে নানা রঙ্ তার আঁকা । প্রাণ নেই, তবু জীবনেতে বেঁচে থাকা -মেলাবেন । তোমার সৃষ্টি, আমার সৃষ্টি, তাঁর সৃষ্টির মাঝে যত কিছু সুর, যা-কিছু বেসুরো বাজে মেলাবেন । মোটর গাড়ির চাকায় ওড়ায় ধুলো, যারা সরে যায় তারা শুধু - লোকগুলো ; কঠিন, কাতর, উদ্ধ্বত, অসহায়, যারা পায়, যারা সবই থেকে নাহি পায়, কেন কিছু আছে বোঝানো, বোঝা না যায় - মেলাবেন । দেবতা তবুও ধরেছে মলিন ঝাঁটা, স্পর্শ বাঁচায়ে পুণ্যের পথে হাঁটা, সমাজধর্মে আছি বর্মেতে আঁটা, ঝোড়ো হাওয়া আর ঐ পোড়ো দরজাটা মেলাবেন তিনি, মেলাবেন ।।

what we need to do is simply have faith in what we are and find our worth accordingly.

Frankly speaking, I could care less if my plans succeed. However, I do care if God’s plans do. Therefore, none of myself and all of God is the plan.

When all the details fit in perfectly, something is probably wrong with the story.

There is only one way: Go within. Search for the cause, find the impetus that bids you write. Put it to this test: Does it stretch out its roots in the deepest place of your heart? Can you avow that you would die if you were forbidden to write? Above all, in the most silent hour of your night, ask yourself this: Must I write? Dig deep into yourself for a true answer. And if it should ring its assent, if you can confidently meet this serious question with a simple, “I must,” then build your life upon it. It has become your necessity. Your life, in even the most mundane and least significant hour, must become a sign, a testimony to this urge.