Smile at the Fates and you will feel less their Slave.

Perhaps she was happiest when she was out of control. She looked at the fates and said three little words, not one regret.

Now, he asks for school supplies, soccer balls and Beanie babies to hand out to the Iraqi children. He is always putting the soldiers or the Iraqi children ahead of himself.

We cannot prepare our fate, but we can stir it up.

Since the beginning, the Fates determined which souls would be born, what kinds of lives they would live, and for how many days. They did this out of duty, out of destiny, and without emotion.

I love pity parties. I wish I'd brought the hats. What do you want to mope about first?