“Tis come, our fated day of death.”

“Tis strange how the heart can create
Or colour from itself its fate;
We make ourselves our own distress,
We are ourselves our happiness.”

Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist

“Prayed for so oft, the dawn of fight is come.
No more entreat the gods: with sword in hand
Seize on our fates; and Caesar in your deeds
This day is great or little.”
Nil opus est uotis, iam fatum accersite ferro. in manibus uestris, quantus sit Caesar, habetis.

Marcus Annaeus Lucanus book Pharsalia

“Yes, as my swift days near their goal
'Tis all that I implore
In life and death a chainless soul
With courage to endure”

Emily Brontë (1818–1848) English novelist and poet

“There's no escaping fate, it just keeps going. Day and night, the future just keeps coming at you.”

Chuck Palahniuk book Invisible Monsters

“My chief, let Fate cry on or back,
'Tis ours to follow, nothing slack:
Whate'er betide, he only cures
The stroke of Fortune who endures.”

John Conington (1825–1869) British classical scholar

“This death to the logic of emotional commitments of our chance moment in the world of space and time, this recognition of, the shift of our emphasis to, the universal life that throbs and celebrates its victory in the very kiss of our own annihilation, this amor fati, "love of fate," love of the fate that is inevitably death, constitutes the experience of the tragic art…”

Joseph Campbell book The Hero with a Thousand Faces

“Tis but a Tent where takes his one day's rest
A Sultan to the realm of Death addrest;
The Sultan rises, and the dark Ferrash
Strikes, and prepares it for another Guest.”

Omar Khayyám (1048–1131) Persian poet, philosopher, mathematician, and astronomer

“And doomed to death, though fated not to die.”

John Dryden book The Hind and the Panther

“We create our fate every day… most of the ills we suffer from are directly traceable to our own behavior.”

Henry Miller (1891–1980) American novelist