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The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our read more
The irrevocable Hand
That opes the year's fair gate, doth ope and shut
The portals of our earthly destinies;
We walk through blindfold, and the noiseless doors
Close after us, forever.
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.
I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop read more
I believe that you control your destiny, that you can be what you want to be. You can also stop and say, No, I won't do it, I won't behave his way anymore. I'm lonely and I need people around me, maybe I have to change my methods of behaving and then you do it.
Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
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Life treads on life, and heart on heart;
We press too close in church and mart
To keep a dream or grave apart.
Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is read more
Everything is determined, the beginning as well as the end, by forces over which we have no control. It is determined for the insect, as well as for the star. Human beings, vegetables, or cosmic dust, we all dance to a mysterious tune, intoned in the distance by an invisible piper.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
No trumpets sound when the important decisions of our life are made. Destiny is made known silently.
We are but as the instrument of Heaven.
Our work is not design, but destiny.
We are but as the instrument of Heaven.
Our work is not design, but destiny.
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.
Every man meets his Waterloo at last.
Every man meets his Waterloo at last.
