Quotes About Impossible

Aristotle also believed that a vacuum was impossible.

What we do here is physiologically impossible. So we must train the body to accept the impossible, and then it will become possible.

It does not make sense. It cannot exist. It's impossible, and if it isn't impossible, it's irrelevant, and if it isn't either of those things, it's embarrassing.

She shook her head and whispered, No. No! That can't be true. Impossible! You think things have to be possible? Things have to be true!

Then she felt dizzy. This was all impossible, and it was all happening.

Here is someone not set up for life's working out poorly, let alone for the impossible. But who is set up for the impossible that is going to happen? Who is set up for tragedy and the incomprehensibility of suffering? Nobody. The tragedy of the man not set up for tragedy--that is every man's tragedy.

why evil is so powerful is that it's hideously vital and robust and usually impossible to look away from.

People who want things to be perfect are always impossible to please. But that doesn't mean we should stop trying. Even if their expectations aren't correct, their instincts are. You won't get everything right, the trying is what matters.

Maybe there's nothing impossible tonight. We're down the hole to Wonderland, and no White Rabbit to guide us. If I remember correctly, the White Rabbit was an unreliable guide, anyway.

The word impossible contains the word possible' What's that-- some Zen thing?' I think Star Trek. Mr. Spock.

Portnoy was not Roth and he was not real, but in him is enshrined a genuine Rothian freedom, created by Roth, once impossible, now fully realized, a freedom which anyone can now easily access.

Maybe it's impossible for people to live their lives without hurting anyone.

History is one of those marvelous and necessary illusions we have to deal with. It's one of the ways of dealing with our world with impossible generalities which we couldn't live without.

In the sixteen-o'clock dream it was an impossible mongrel of bicycle and ornithopter, but it flew, oh, yes, it flew, banking and swooping between the thunderous gray monoliths of the arcologies and co-habs; oh, it flew. Huge, slow-beating wings feathered the air as she looked down into the rain-washed streets aswarm with faces.

How can a novelist achieve atonement when, with her absolute power of deciding outcomes, she is also God? There is no one, no entity or higher form that she can appeal to, or be reconciled with, or that can forgive her. There is nothing outside her. In her imagination she has set the limits and the terms. No atonement for God, or novelists, even if they are atheists. It was always an impossible task, and that was precisely the point. The attempt was all.

God was in the business of bringing blessings out of unexpected circumstances, but Lucy didn't want this twist to her life. … but didn't God ask the seemingly impossible at times?

The reason Victorian society was so restricted and repressed was that it was impossible to move without knocking something over.

Throwing a fastball to Henry Aaron is like trying to sneak the sun past a rooster.

Had we really succeeded therefore in altering the period of vibration, which Maxwell, as I have just noted, held to be impossible? Or was there some disturbing circumstances from one or more factors which distorted the result?

I like Roy Orbison's video for 'I Drove All Night' because it's so literal. It is just a man driving throughout the night. I like that silliness. To be in a video is a ridiculous thing. It's almost impossible to do it without any humour.

I think it would be impossible to make a movie about video games if there wasn't some violence that we know from video games.

There will always be people who say your dreams are impossible. But they can't stop you, unless you agree with them.

In all my longing for a family and a home, I'd never quite been able to decide what they should have looked like. But this house looks and feels so right, so perfect, it seems impossible any other place would suit me half so well.

It's impossible," he snapped. "Why?" "Because I'm Sebastian, Lord St. Vincent. I can't be celibate. Everyone knows that.