It was a second. A blink. The flap of a bird's wing, the moment it takes to say hello, or goodbye. So quickly that it made me think of all the insignificant seconds that we throw away. And all the seconds that we don't too. The seconds that we hold on to, that we return to... I considered the fact that all it takes is a second for life to completely change. Aditi Khorana
What's meant to be will always find a way
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Trisha Yearwood
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
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Marcus Aurelius
Maybe there isn’t such a thing as fate. Maybe it’s just the opportunities we’re given, and what we do with them. I’m beginning to think that maybe great, epic romances don’t just happen. We have to make them ourselves.
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Marissa Meyer
Amor Fati — “Love Your Fate”, which is in fact your life.
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Friedrich Nietzsche
Where you go, I shall go; where you die, I shall die, and there will I be buried.
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Rosamund Hodge
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