Quotes About Chance

It seemed like that moment would last forever. That you had to risk your life to get love. You had to get right to the edge of death to ever be saved.

This is your last chance, honey," Brandy says, and her blood is getting all over the place. She says, "Do you love me?" It's when folks ask questions like this that you lose the spotlight.

You only have a few hours. And remember, he yelled, you don't know exactly when the fuel will run out. There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story. And I yelled, So what else is new?

There's always the chance you could die right in the middle of your life story.

Maybe if the right person floats into your life, you have to jump in with both feet and try to make it work before the tide turns.

Even Austen's famous first sentence has an echo in one of Burney's: "[It is] received wisdom among matchmakers, that a young lady without fortune has a less and less chance of getting off upon every public appearance."44

Really, we're just a microcosm of the human condition. Whether we're here a day, a month, a year, fifty years—our time on this earth is finite." This time he turned to Brendan. "Life isn't a dress rehearsal, as they say. This is our chance to discover things we might have only dreamed of before.

Nothing in this world is a coincidence. Everything is Hitsuzen. *Hitsuzen meaning inevitability, destiny, or fate, as being the driving force in the world

As long as they could still be moved by a minor chord, or brought to a crisis of tears by scenes of lovers reunited; as long as there was room in their cautious hearts for games of chance, and laughter in the face of God, that must surely be enough to save them, at the last. If not, there was no hope for any living thing.

I think sometimes horror fiction has a significance which we forget, which is if you fear something in fiction, you have the chance of a resolution. You have a chance that the story will finish itself.

Life! What Inscrutable Card Shall Ye Throw Next Upon the Soft Felt of Our Days?

She was forever tilted sideways by the notion that pain was inevitable, chance was cruel, and all human ingenuity should go towards the making of a good cup of tea.

things just happen. It was a pathetic logic, but it was, at its core, true. Things happen. We had not wanted them to happen. They had arisen out of the ashes of chance.

We have all heard of these things before. The love letter arriving as the teacup falls. The guitar striking up as the last breath sounds out. I don't attribute it to God or to sentiment. Perhaps it's a chance. Or perhaps chance is just another way to try to convince ourselves that we are valuable.

The Checkered Game of Life was a real game, invented by a young draftsman named Milton Bradley in 1860. Checkered referred both to the board, which was patterned like a checkerboard, and also to the checkered way life sometimes goes. No dice were included because of their connection to gambling and because

Everywhere man is confronted with fate, with the chance of achieving something through his own suffering.

Even if things only take such a good turn in one of a thousand cases, my explanation continues, who can guarantee that in your case it will not happen one day, sooner or later? But in the first place, you have to live to see the day on which it may happen, so you have to survive in order to see that day dawn, and from now on the responsibility for survival does not leave you.

Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not.

Fortune favors those who dare.

To leave a door shut that might be open is in my eyes some form of blasphemy.

how to see the truth is our great chance in this world.

How many men in a thousand million, he asked himself, reach Z after all?

We don't know how long you have, but the longer you're in the game, the more you risk fatal overload.

Occasionally, in the middle of a conversation her name would be mentioned, and she would run down the steps of a chance sentence, without turning her head.