Quotes about Destiny
I got here the same way the coin did.
— Cormac McCarthy
Can't stop what's coming. Ain't no waiting on you. That's vanity.
— Cormac McCarthy
Anyway, you never know what worse luck your bad luck has saved you from.
— Cormac McCarthy
Before man was, war waited for him. The ultimate trade awaiting its ultimate practitioner.
— Cormac McCarthy
They were saddened that [Rawlins] was not coming back but they said that a man leaves much when he leaves his own country. They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise.
— Cormac McCarthy
They sat contemplating towns to come and the poor fanfare of trumpet and drum and the crude boards upon which their destinies were inscribed for these people were no less bound and indentured and they watched like the prefiguration of their own ends the carbonized skulls of their enemies incandescing before them bright as blood among the coals.
— Cormac McCarthy
Three weeks ago I was a law abidin citizen. Workin a nine to five job. Eight to four, anyways. Things happen to you they happen. They dont ask first. They dont require your permission.
— Cormac McCarthy
There ain't but one life worth livin and I was born to it.
— Cormac McCarthy
They said that it was no accident of circumstance that a man be born in a certain country and not some other and they said that the weathers and seasons that form a land form also the inner fortunes of men in their generations and are passed on to their children and are not so easily come by otherwise.
— Cormac McCarthy
For we are all the elect, each one of us, and we are embarked upon a journey to something unimaginable. We do not know what will be required of us, and we have nothing to sustain us but the counsel of our fathers.
— Cormac McCarthy
Men spared their lives in great disasters often feel in their deliverance the workings of fate. The hand of Providence.
— Cormac McCarthy
He was shot in a fracas of some kind. Long fore he married. Come near dyin. So I always wondered about that, had he died none of us would never have been at all and I never could … Well, that's a funny thing to think. Maybe we would have just been somebody else.
— Cormac McCarthy