Quotes About Possibility

You want me to give her a key? the guy asked. I want you to give her a possibility, she told him, looking at my necklace again. And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance. You know?

It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.

In any moment, there were so many chances for paths to cross and people to clash, come together, or do any number of things in between. It was amazing we could live at all, knowing all that could occur purely by chance. But what was the alternative?

There is always the rest of the story, right? Even if you don't know right now what it is.

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?

But there was something I liked about the idea of those seeds buried so deep having at least a chance to emerge

I had to wonder whether it was possible that this wasn't already decided for me, and if maybe, just maybe, this was my one last chance to try and prove it. There was no way to know. There never is. But I reached out and took it anyway.

Sure, there was no guarantee any of these things would actually happen as he envisioned. But maybe that wasn"t the point.It was the planning that counted, whether it ever came to fruition or not.

In that distant, hopeful way unreal things can be.

So close, I thought. A shorter fence, a fatter dog, and everything would be different.

More like a door being opened a tiny crack to let a sliver of light in. It wasn't enough to see clearly by, but from then on, we would never be fully in the dark again.

I want you to give her a possibility. And that's what a key represents. An open door, a chance.

You never know what lay ahead; the future was one thing that could never be broken, because it had not yet had the chance to be anything.

Maybe this next time would do the trick. Or maybe not. But unless you stepped into the game, you would never know.

Like maybe it's forever, maybe it's not

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no? Not me. Not then. Call it crazy, or just chicken salad. But within reason, or even without it, I was in, too.

What would you do, if you could do anything?

There was only what stretched out ahead, years full of new summers and promise, with all the time in the world left to start again.

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Really?" I say. "Hmm. I guess it's possible that she's not home. It's not nighttime yet. The original story doesn't take place until tomorrow, so she might not even be around right now. She could be out luring children with bubble gum or something.

I've envied you over the years, carving out a different life for yourself, going where the wind blows you. That takes guts. For the briefest sliver in time, the world shimmered and Sugar saw her life as an enviable jewel: a shining gem radiating energy and possibility that no one but she would ever possess, no matter what its deficiencies.

And I said to myself that unless you conceive Death to be a violent guerrilla and kidnaper who snatches those you love, and if you are not cowardly and cannot submit to such terrorism as civilized people now do in every department of life, you must pursue and inquire and explore every possibility and seek everywhere and try everything.

I know that I don't have to be next year what I was last year. I've been at one end and I can get to the other. There's no limit to what I can be. And even if I should miss being so dazzling, I know the idea of it is genuine.

I wonder at what point my life swerved to avoid that, and if that life would have been nicer than the one I've got.