Destiny Lore Quotes

Nothing is written," said the Phoenix. "You humans always think you're destinied for greatness. Destiny is a myth. Destiny is the only myth. The gods choose nothing. You chose. You chose to take the exam. You chose to come to Sinegard. You chose to pledge Lore, you chose to study the paths of the gods, and you chose to follow your commander's demands over your master's warnings. At every critical juncture you were given an option; you were given a way out. Yet you picked precisely the roads that led you here. You are at this temple, kneeling before me, only because you wanted to be.

It’s ironic. At last I have my freedom. But at a price. Now my destiny is mine to choose. - Stanley aka Nine

This is what I saw, in the reflections of the tomb." She whispered it almost to herself, broken-voiced. "It's what the goddess dreamed, but I thought I could prevent it. I thought you would choose the world over yourself." "I'm far too selfish for that," Lore whispered.

No soul- no matter how great or how small- can avoid pain. Sometimes the greater the destiny, the greater the amount of pain. Knowing that nothing lasts forever. That all things must come to pass.

No soul- no matter how great or how small- can avoid pain. Sometimes the greater the destiny, the greater the amount of pain. Knowing that nothing lasts forever. That all things must come to pass.” Havah says to Mercury.

Unfortunately, many souls do not step up to their soul task. After all, once the soul inhabits a human body it grows fearful of the unknown. Instead of embracing its true purpose, the soul runs from its own destiny, thinking that if it avoids it long enough those longings, those yearnings will just disappear. Some souls slip further and further into the abyss until they have nowhere left to go.

There is an old Arabic story about a man who hears Death is coming for him, so he sneaks away to Samarra. And when he gets there, he finds Death in the market, and Death says, "You know, I just felt like going on vacation to Samarra. I was going to skip you today, but how lucky you showed up to find me!" And the man is taken after all. Arthur Less has traveled halfway around the world in a cat's cradle of junkets, changing flights and fleeing from a sandstorm into into the Atlas Mountains like someone erasing his trail or outfoxing a hunter—and yet Time has been waiting here all along. In a snowy alpine resort. With cuckoos. Of course Time would turn out to be Swiss. He tosses back the champagne. He thinks: Hard to feel bad for a middle-aged white man.

It opens the mind toward an understanding of human nature and destiny. It increases wisdom. It is the very essence of that much misinterpreted concept, a liberal education. It is the foremost approach to humanism, the lore of the specifically human concerns that distinguish man from other living beings. . . . Personal culture is more than mere familiarity with the present state of science, technology, and civic affairs. It is more than acquaintance with books and paintings and the experience of travel and of visits to museums. It is the assimilation of the ideas that roused mankind from the inert routine of a merely animal existence to a life of reasoning and speculating. It is the individual’s effort to humanize himself by partaking in the tradition of all the best that earlier generations have bequeathed.

Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore.

The skilled in lore and mystery From time to time await, Nor slip one opportunity, To marry Church and State! Hope gives them dreams of wealth and ease, And Beelzebub sends pride, And whilst they sleep, the sheaves leap up, And on the tithe cart ride! Reflect—ye who drink deep at doubt’s Broad fountain—full and free; Can priests avert the shafts of fate, or change our destiny?28

The Phoenix is a mythical creature from Greek lore often portrayed as a fiery and noble bird. It is said the Phoenix could live thousands of years before succumbing to death, and typically it died and was reborn through fire. The sentiment is not uncommon. The idea of a second chance, of rebirth, of renewing one’s hopes and dreams. One could say it is our destiny, our fate within the human condition to always hold onto hope of redemption even if it is the last thread that connects us to life.

Today is the day I reckon with fate. The day I wrestle with my destiny to become the man of the house and win over my new heir.

The crow symbolizes many things in different cultures. Magic, transcendence, destiny, intellectual awakening. A physical representation of the space between heaven and earth. The interpretations are vast and far-reaching. But when the magic and lore have been stripped away, all that’s left is reality. For me, only one interpretation comes to mind. At its most basic, and especially to me, the crow symbolizes death.

Some are born with great destinies, others create their own.

In destinies sad or merry, true men can but try.

It is ultimately free will that decides the fate of man. The choices may be predetermined, but the choice is not.

Sometimes the greater the destiny, the greater the amount of pain.