Quotes About Happened

As we experience the development of personal agency, we come to see that the rejection we fear from the world has already happened.

The sea of night was at low tide. That dreaded zone where the worst that has happened to you resurfaces to assail you once again and drag you to the bottom.

People don't come with grudges and schemes of finishing their practice with live targets, I hope?" said my guardian, smiling. "Not much of that, sir, though that has happened. Mostly they come for skill—or idleness. Six of one, and half-a-

Welcome every problem as an opportunity. Each moment is the great challenge, the best thing that ever happened to you . The more difficult the problem, the greater the challenge in working it out.

The only world in which "defeat" exists as a reality is the one darkened by the false idea that what may have happened to us a moment ago is the same as what's possible for us to achieve now.

I won't lie to you—it was hilarious. Yes, we were in trouble, yes, this was a disaster, and so one and so forth, but I have to say, seeing those upturned faces, the looks, was bout the best thing that happened to us since we'd come to New York.

There's still anti-Semitism everywhere, and unfortunately, what has happened with our people no longer being the underdogs in this region, peoples' perception of Israel has changed dramatically.

Everything that has happened in my life is because of good government and because the United States of America was the greatest nation on the face of the earth.

I have always felt that this story is universal. When I began to understand the details of the history, I felt that the most compelling aspect was not what happened, but what continues to happen and how it is denied.

When bad things happened over and over, it was a sign. God was telling you to change. Your attitude, your hair, your address.

The notion of a contemporary epiphany to me is very exciting, because it's a sort of biblical thing. It's something that has happened to people in other centuries or in the context of religious experience.

I think it's just more things have happened in my life that made my brain go a little nutty and over-analytical that I'm not as levelheaded as people might think I am.

The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.

In the real world irrational things happened, impossible coincidences happened, because probability required that coincidences rarely, but not never, occur.

Memory is the diary that chronicles things that never happened or couldn't possibly have happened.

History is a collection of paper. A few fading recollections. After a while what is not written never happened.

People to whom a terrible thing has never happened trust fate, the notion that what's meant to be, will be. The rest of us know better.

Oh, I've no patience with these romances. They're the ruin of all order. It's a thousand pities they ever happened

He knew one thing for sure, though. Whatever happened, Matt would have some handy excuse. He'd make up some story or change an old one, find some dumb quote to explain it all.

You know, I don't think any mother aims to be a single mom. I didn't wish for that, but it happened.

What happened back there? That was … it was magic, wasn't it?" "Either magic, or that woman is so crazy she can fly.

I had already forgotten all that had happened and all that lay ahead, I lived only for the moment, for this reserved yet knowing girl who treated me with such obvious contempt.

The readers are the ones who let us live our dreams. I try to write books which are really compelling - that you'd take on vacation and rather than going out, you'd read in your hotel room because you had to find out what happened. Hopefully that's what readers are responding to.

But Spencer is here, after all. He stands at the back, just outside his office. "What happened?" he asks. My eyes burn from the pelting rain and the salt of my tears. "It's raining," I say, as if it weren't completely obvious. "And you decided to lay out in it?