“At noon, you walk across a river. It is dry, with not this much water: it is just stones and pebbles. But it rains cats and dogs in the mountains, and towards afternoon, the water descends wildly and she ravages all in its path, the madwoman. That is how death comes. Without our expecting it, and we cannot do a thing against it, brothers.” WaterWalksPathFateDogBrotherMountainRainRiversStonesCatDryAfternoonExpectingNoonPebblesCat And Dog Author:Jacques Roumain
“Each of us as he receives his private trouncings at the hands of fate is kept in good heart by hearing of the moth in his brother's parachute and the scorpion in his neighbor's underwear.” HeartHandsFateBrotherHearingNeighborUnderwearMothsGood HeartParachutesScorpions Author:N. F. Simpson
“My brother says that I was writing songs about fate while he was off playing soccer. Now I tell him he's 33 and being a professional while I'm playing soccer with my friends. Ha!” WritingSongFateBrotherMy FriendsSoccerMy BrotherWriting SongsPlaying Soccer Author:Alanis Morissette