All I wanted was my life to be my own. To be free. Turns out fate has a twisted sense of humor.
When you can’t remember your lives, you can’t change your lives, and that is the terrible and the secret fate of all life. You’re trapped, by that nightmare you keep waking up into.
We each deserve to choose our fate. Even if that fate is death.
There’s no such thing as fate. Nothing’s decided.
The future is fate, it won’t change.
It’s what makes us human, thinking we are administrators of the fates.
We cannot control our fate. We must accept it.
We can’t change what fate has in store for us, but we don’t have to face it alone.
The fates are toying with us now, setting our feet on seemingly divergent paths that still somehow converge in the most unlikely of places.
The fate of one individual will always remain a mystery.
Sometimes I think that my fate is to wander and to never arrive.
Obscurity is a much worse fate after death.
