Fate has a cruel sense of humor, don't you think?

Fate laughs at probabilities.

Fate seemed to be playing a series of extraordinarily unamusing jokes.

Character is fate.

Character is fate.

what cannot be saved when fate takes, patience her injury a mockery makes

Fate is not above using inconsiderable details for her obscure purpose.

What we usually mean by fate is what we least understand, that is to say, ourselves, that subversive, unknown individual constantly plotting against us, whom , estranged and alienated but still bowing with disgust before his might, we call, for the of simplicity, fate.

Fate had cruel timing.

I found ancestors, like Shakespeare, who said, in Macbeth, that the world is full of sound and fury, a tale told by an idiot, signifying nothing. Macbeth is a victim of fate. So is Oedipus. But what happens to them is not absurd in the eyes of destiny, because destiny, or fate, has its own norms, its own morality, its own laws, which cannot be flouted with impunity. Oedipus sleeps with his Mummy, kills his Daddy, and breaks the laws of fate. He must pay for it by suffering. It is tragic and absurd, but at the same time it’s reassuring and comforting, since the idea is that if we don’t break destiny’s laws, we should be all right. Not so with our characters. They have no metaphysics, no order, no law. They are miserable and they don’t know why. They are puppets, undone. In short, they represent modern man. Their situation is not tragic, since it has no relation to a higher order. Instead, it’s ridiculous, laughable, and derisory.

Fate and character are different names for the same idea.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd little waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.

Fate is like a strange, unpopular restaurant filled with odd waiters who bring you things you never asked for and don't always like.

Fate and temperament are the names of a concept.