Destiny and Overcoming

When he falls, he falls like Lucifer,

 

My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath:—a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

 

For he seemed to me again like a king, Like a king in exile, uncrowned in the underworld, Now due to be crowned again.

 

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.

 

Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way— only foam trails in the sea.

 

For man is man and master of his fate.

 

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal’d: I strove against the stream and all in vain: Let the great river take me to the main: No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.

 

Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns.

 

And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapp’d in universal law.

 

To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.

 

The deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, ’Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows, for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.

 

The mountain cannot frighten one who was born on it.

 

There’s no such thing as chance; And what to us seems merest accident Springs from the deepest source of destiny.

 

O who knows what slumbers in the background of the times?

 

I was the victim of a series of accidents, as are we all.

In this world we run the risk of having tochoose between being either the anvil or thehammer.

There are, at the present time, two great nations in the world, which seem to tend towards the same end, although they started from different points: I allude to the Russians and the Americans. . . . Their starting-point is different, and their courses are not the same; yet each of them seems marked out by the will of Heaven to sway the destinies of half the globe.

Man cannot will unless he has first understood that he can count on nothing but himself: that he is alone, left alone on earth in the middle of his infinite responsibilities, with neither help nor succor, with no other goal but the one he will set for himself, with no other destiny but the one he will forge on this earth.

By heaven, man, we are turned round and round in this world, like yonder windlass, and Fate is the handspike.

You never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.

Nothing is accidental in the universe -- this is one of my Laws of Physics -- except the entire universe itself, which is Pure Accident, pure divinity.

What if a demon were to creep after you one night, in your loneliest loneliness, and say, 'This life which you live must be lived by you once again and innumerable times more; and every pain and joy and thought and sigh must come again to you, all in the same sequence. The eternal hourglass will again and again be turned and you with it, dust of the dust!' Would you throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse that demon? Or would you answer, 'Never have I heard anything more divine'?

So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

Man does not control his own fate. The women in his life do that for him.