Red String Of Fate Quotes

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Patricia Highsmith
“I'd had a little feeling of destiny. Because, you see, what I mean about affinities is true from friendships down to even the accidental glance at someone on the street-there's always a definite reason somewhere. I think even the poets would agree with me.”
Patricia Highsmith, The Price of Salt

Kate Atkinson
“The clock had been Sylvie's, and her mother's before that. It had gone to Ursula on Sylvie's death and Ursula had left it to Teddy, and so it had zigzagged its way down the family tree...

...The clock was a good one, made by Frodsham and worth quite a bit, but Teddy knew if he gave it to Viola she would sell it or misplace it or break it and it seemed important to him that it stayed in the family. An heirloom. ('Lovely word,' Bertie said.) He liked to think that the little golden key that wound it, a key that would almost certainly be lost by Viola, would continue to be turned by the hand of someone who was part of the family, part of his blood. The red thread.”
Kate Atkinson, A God in Ruins

“I was free, free from all the distress and angst i felt before. Her red string of fate was tied to someone else and my thread was broken.”
Shreyansh Jaiswal

Frances  Woodard
“Over the years I have discovered that fairytales did not exist for the whole of humanity, that not every person discovers their soulmate, their forever, their red-fated string. I had never entertained the thought that I might belong in that category of people.”
Frances Woodard, Strings Of Fate

Frances  Woodard
“I want to fly,” said she,
“Fly?” asked he,
“Fly,” said she,
“Where to?” asked he,
“Everywhere,” said she,
“When?” asked he,
“Every second that I am with you,” said she.”
Frances Woodard, Strings Of Fate

Ada Limon
“but I want to tell you, nothing was an accident.
Not their innocence or their ideals, not their
selfish need, not their dark immortal laughter,
not the small place with the roaring traffic, not
the bus rides, or the riots, or carelessness and calm,
not the world that wanted them in it...”
Ada Limon, Bright Dead Things