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I felt as if I were walking with destiny, and that all my past life had been but a preparation for this hour and for this trial.
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On his appointment as Prime Minister, May 10, 1940; The Second World War, Volume I : The Gathering Storm (1948)

 

Winston Churchill

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Men do not shape destiny. Destiny produces the man for the hour.

 

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That flag and I are twins, born in the same hour from the same womb of destiny. We cannot be parted in life or in death.

 

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However dreary we may have felt life to be here, yet when that hour comes — the winding up of all things, the last grand rush of darkness on our spirits, the hour of that awful sudden wrench from all we have ever known or loved, the long farewell to sun, moon, stars, and light — brother man, I ask you this day, and I ask myself humbly and fearfully, "What will then be finished? When it is finished, what will it be? Will it be the butterfly existence of pleasure, the mere life of science, a life of uninterrupted sin and self-gratification, or will it be, 'Father, I have finished the work which Thou gavest me to do?'"

 

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