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However painful it may be for me to accept this conclusion, I am obliged to state it: for the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.

For the black man there is only one destiny. And it is white.

So we've moved from an era when women's biology was women's destiny to today, which is an era in which men's biology is men's destiny.

How shall a man escape from that which is written; How shall he flee from his destiny?

For success, the author must make the reader care about the destiny of the principals, and sustain this anxiety, or suspense, for about 100,000 words.

A person often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it.

American future lies in the East. The great free markets of the Pacific Rim are the American destiny.

Anatomy is destiny.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.

Space offers extraordinary potential for commerce and adventure, for new innovations and new tests of will. As Americans, we can't help but reach for the stars. It's our nature. It's our destiny.

Only by joy and sorrow does a person know anything about themselves and their destiny. They learn what to do and what to avoid.

Destiny grants us our wishes, but in its own way, in order to give us something beyond our wishes.

So, if anatomy is destiny then testosterone is doom.

The longest journey is the journey inwards. Of him who has chosen his destiny, Who has started upon his quest for the source of his being.

We are not permitted to choose the frame of our destiny. But what we put into it is ours.

Destiny is something not be to desired and not to be avoided. a mystery not contrary to reason, for it implies that the world, and the course of human history, have meaning.

You control your future, your destiny. What you think about comes about. By recording your dreams and goals on paper, you set in motion the process of becoming the person you most want to be. Put your future in good hands - your own.

There is a destiny that shapes our ends rough, hew them as we will.

We are all tied to our destiny and there is no way we can liberate ourselves.

There is one type of ideal woman very seldom described in poetry - the old maid, the woman whom sorrow or misfortune prevents from fulfilling her natural destiny.