Quotes about Destiny
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
— Charles Dickens
Nothing that we do, is done in vain. I believe, with all my soul, that we shall see triumph.
— Charles Dickens
We forge the chains we wear in life.
— Charles Dickens
if the world go wrong, it was, in some off-hand manner, never meant to go right.
— Charles Dickens
It is no worse, because I write of it. It would be no better, if I stopped my most unwilling hand. Nothing can undo it; nothing can make it otherwise than as it was.
— Charles Dickens
The time was to come, when that wine too would be spilled on the street-stones, and when the stain of it would be red upon many there.
— Charles Dickens
had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all
— Charles Dickens
It is required of every man," the Ghost returned, "that the spirit within him should walk abroad among his fellowmen, and travel far and wide; and if that spirit goes not forth in life, it is condemned to do so after death.
— Charles Dickens
He knew more of my intended career than I knew myself. I should be well enough educated for my destiny if I could "hold my own" with average young man in prosperous circumstances.
— Charles Dickens
To be the hero of my life or forever its victim.
— Charles Dickens
Pause you who read this, and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you, but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day. Chapter Ten The felicitous idea occurred to me a morning or two later when I woke, that the best step I could take towards making myself uncommon was to get out of Biddy everything she knew.
— Charles Dickens
But its the same with any life. Imagine one selected day struck out of it and think how different its course would have been. Pause you who read this and think for a moment of the long chain of iron or gold, of thorns or flowers, that would never have bound you but for the formation of the first link on one memorable day.
— Charles Dickens