Bus Station: Unbound

<i>{~‘I wear the chain I forged in life,’ replied the Ghost. ‘I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.’ – Charles Dickens, A Christmas Carol|‘I am rooted, but I flow’ – Virginia Woolf, The Waves|’It matters not how strait the gate, / How charged with punishments the scroll, / I am the master of my fate: / I am the captain of my soul – William Ernest Henley |‘Our fate cannot be taken from us: it is a gift’ – Dante, Inferno|‘No-one saves us but ourselves. No-one can and no-one may. We ourselves must walk the path.’ – Buddha|‘It is weak and silly to say you cannot bear what it is your fate to be required to bear’ – Charlotte Bronte, Jane Eyre|‘It was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.’ – Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness|‘Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night’ – Virginia Woolf, Jacob’s Room|‘Death, a necessary end, will come when it will come’ – Shakespeare, Julius Caesar|‘Now is the dramatic moment of fate, Watson, when you hear a step upon the stair which is walking into your life, and you know not whether for good or ill.’ – Arthur Conan Doyle, The Hound of the Baskervilles|’Is it I, God, or who, that lifts this arm? But if the great sun move not of himself; but is an errand-boy in heaven; nor one single star can revolve, but by some invisible power; how then can this one small heart beat; this one small brain think thoughts; unless God does that beating, does that thinking, does that living, and not I.’ – Herman Melville, Moby Dick|‘There’s a divinity that shapes our ends, / Rough-hew them how we will.’ – Shakespeare, Hamlet|‘I am the Fates' lieutenant, I act under orders’ – Herman Melville, Moby Dick|‘There is no such thing as destiny.’ – Giacamo Casanova|‘It all seems like a horrible tragedy, with fate pressing on relentlessly to some destined end. Everything that one does seems, no matter how right it may be, to bring on the very thing which is most to be deplored.’ – Bram Stoker, Dracula|‘Really,’ said Winifred suddenly; ‘it almost seems like Fate. Only that's so old-fashioned.’ – John Galsworthy, The Forsythe Saga| ‘I am to wait, though waiting so be hell’ Shakespeare, Sonnet 58|‘I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in’ – Virginia Woolf}</i>