What was glimpsed in Aquarius–what was envisioned, believed in, prophesied, predicted, doubted, and forewarned–is made, in Pisces, manifest. Those solitary visions that, but a month ago, belonged only to the dreamer, will now acquire the form and substance of the real. We were of our own making, and we shall be our own end. And after Pisces? Out of the womb, the bloody birth. We do not follow: we cannot cross from last to first. Aries will not admit a collective point of view, and Taurus will not relinquish the subjective. Gemini's code is an exclusive one. Cancer seeks a source, Leo, a purpose, and Virgo, a design; but these are projects undertaken singly. Only in the zodiac's second act will we begin to show ourselves: in Libra, as a notion, in Scorpio, as a quality, and in Sagittarius, as a voice. In Capricorn we will gain memory, and in Aquarius, vision; it is only in Pisces, the last and oldest of the zodiacal signs, that we acquire a kind of selfhood, something whole. But the doubled fish of Pisces, that mirrored womb of self and self-awareness, is an ourobouros of mind–both the will of fate, and the fated will–and the house of self-undoing is a prison built by prisoners, airless, door-less, and mortared from within. These alterations come upon us irrevocably, as the hands of the clock-face come upon the hour. Eleanor Catton
I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.
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Fannie Flagg
Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone - we find it with another.
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Thomas Merton
But what can be done, the one who loves must share the fate of the one he loves.
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Mikhail Bulgakov
...some things are better left in the past. And true things are destined to repeat themselves.
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Suzanne Young
She had to go on this quest. The fate of the world might depend on it. But part of him wanted to say: Forget the world. He didn’t want to be without her.
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Rick Riordan
More Quotes By Eleanor Catton
Love cannot be reduced to a catalogue of reasons why, and a catalogue of reasons cannot be put together into love.
For Pop, who sees the starsand Jude, who hears their music
The saxophone is the cocaine of the woodwind family, the sax teacher continues. Saxophonists are admired because they are dangerous, because they have explored a darker, more sinister side of themselves.
The saxophone does not speak that language. The saxophone speaks the language of the underground, the jaded melancholy of the half-light–grimy and sexy and sweaty and hard. It is the language of orphans and bastards and whores.
But could he endure it, that other men knew her in a way that he, Staines, did not? He did not know.
