I realize we all walk around pretending we have some control over our fate, because to recognize the truth--that no matter what we do, the bottom will fall out when we least expect it--is just too unbearable to live with.
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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