Quotes About Happened

If you are truly a seeker of truth, truth cannot hide from you. It is in the lap of truth that you have happened.

In 1957, General Douglas MacArthur said, "Our government has kept us in a perpetual state of fear—kept us in a continuous stampede of patriotic fever—with the cry of a grave national emergency … Yet, in retrospect, these disasters seem never to have happened, seem never to have been quite real.

It did not seem to them that anything that could happen in the future could blot out the wonder and beauty of the thing that had happened.

He had seen how people came a cropper by giving way to impulse. It was to his judiciousness, at every turn, that he owed the fact that nothing terrible had ever happened to him.

Ghosts are the only ones who never have to feel scared. Because the worst thing in the world has already happened to them.

In his heart, some tiny piece of what hadn't happened would lodge.

That shouldn't have happened," she says, throwing back her shoulders in a stance as stiff as a statue's. "What? The kiss or you likin' it so much?" "I have a boyfriend," she says as she fidgets with the strap on her designer book bag. "You tryin' to convince me, or yourself?" I ask her.

Care to share with me what happened in the parking lot? I'd like to hear your side," Aguirre says. Not happening. I learned long ago that my side doesn't matter. "The thing this mornin'…total misunderstandin'," I tell him. Brittany Ellis's misunderstanding that two vehicles can't fit in one spot.

Love happened. She would have never thought that it could happen so rapidly. Love was something you worked at, and she had no doubt their relationship would take a lot of hard work and dedication. But it had simply happened. No explanation. No cataclysmic event or earth-shattering revelation brought on by some external event. It had simply happened.

It's what's known as an origin myth. What happened to me? That's no myth.

But that's what happened, Freeman, who had often been in love, told himself. Until you were lovers you were strangers.

Doesn't assuming that an intelligence created these perfect conditions require far less faith than believing that a life-sustaining Earth just happened to beat the inconceivable odds to come into being?

I now believe in love at first sight. Especially after it's happened to me.

The great common denominator among women with unloving mothers is the longing for validation—to find someone who will say, "Yes, what you experienced really happened. Yes, your feelings are justified. I understand.

I can't deny I was relieved. Not that I really thought something had happened to him, but occasionally bad things do happen to people I know. So far not in Jessica Fletcher epidemic proportions, but let's just say that news of the mysterious death of an acquaintance will never take me by complete surprise.

It wasn't like the news delighted her, nothing like. But I saw her get a tiny tickle in the schadenfreude as she registered that this happened on Dad's watch.

The distinction is essential. Fault implies a failure or weakness for which a person should be held to account, if not outright blamed. Misfortune is an unhappy circumstance, something bad that has happened to a blameless good person.

How much evidence would it take to convince us that something we consider improbable has actually happened? When does a hypothesis cross the line from impossibility to improbability and even to probability or virtual certainty?

I don't believe in the white spectre-type of ghosts you get in stories, but what if ghosts are something else? Like memories somehow caught and trapped in time, released by being in certain places where things first happened.

There were a lot of things that happened at Indiana that I was proud of.

The thing is, with 'This Is England', you're always thinking as yourself. You're acting on an instinct. You're acting on what you've heard, what you've been told, and what's happened beforehand.

Where did feelings go when they disappeared? Did they leave a chemical trace somewhere in our minds, so that if we could look inside ourselves we would see via the patterns of neurons some of the important things that had happened to us in our lifetimes?

You see I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there trying to forget the sad things that happened to me.

I think that I was born on a day God was fast asleep. And whatever happened after my birth was nothing but dreamless ignorance.