chance

Simply giving something __ shot_ is not giving something our __est,_ for our best is made up of as many __hots_ as it takes in order to be our best.

By choice or by chance, we must actively test our limits to know our capabilities.

What I do ._._. the path I tread ._._. it brings some choices that test me hard.

Now we have one chance in some case, as in this body but in other body we will have + one because we haven't made a choice.

Divine open doors are not for the arrogant, adulterers and wasters, they are only meant for the humble that will be wise with the opportunity and blessing that comes from them.

Phaedra keeps saying she's being selfish. That she hates herself for it, but she does it anyway. She can't deny herself what she wants, even if it brings about her downfall and his." "And have you learned anything from our literary parallel?" "Not really, I keep thinking that she would do it all over again if there were a chance...a chance that it could go right. Even if 99 times out of a 100 the story ends badly, it's worth it if only once she gets a happy ending.

Men and women are not limited by the place of their birth, not by color of their skin, but by the size of their hope.

She had known the kind of love that was worth risking everything for, the kind of love that was as rare as a glimpse of heaven.

Not every given chance deserves love, but every love deserves a given chance.

...Tell me you believe that our lives are anything more than a ridiculous cascade of random chances.

Might one not say that in the chance combination of nature's production, since only those endowed with certain relations of suitability could survive, it is no cause for wonder that this suitability is found in all species that exist today? Chance, one might say, produced an innumerable multitude of individuals; a small number turned out to be constructed in such fashion that the parts of the animal could satisfy its needs; in another, infinitely greater number, there was neither suitability nor order: all of the later have perished; animals without a mouth could not live, others lacking organs for reproduction could not perpetuate themselves: the only ones to have remained are those in which were found order and suitability; and these species, which we see today, are only the smallest part of what blind fate produced.

When one ponders on the tremendous journey of evolution over the past three billion years or so, the prodigious wealth of structures it has engendered, and the extraordinarily effective teleonomic performances of living beings from bacteria to man, one may well find oneself beginning to doubt again whether all this could conceivably be the product of an enormous lottery presided over by natural selection, blindly picking the rare winners from among numbers drawn at random. [Nevertheless,] a detailed review of the accumulated modern evidence [shows] that this conception alone is compatible with the facts.

Even today a good many distinguished minds seem unable to accept or even to understand that from a source of noise natural selection alone and unaided could have drawn all the music of the biosphere. In effect natural selection operates upon the products of chance and can feed nowhere else; but it operates in a domain of very demanding conditions, and from this domain chance is barred. It is not to chance but to these conditions that evolution owes its generally progressive course, its successive conquests, and the impression it gives of a smooth and steady unfolding.

I__l be hanged if I can understand how it concerns Evolution to get us out of a mere scrape.___ut of all kinds of scrapes, my dear Brumm, Evolution has the power to deliver us. There is no conceivable scrape which is not a link in the great chain__n Chance, which is the empirical name for Evolution, and bears the same relation to it that alchemy bears to chemistry, and astrology to astronomy. And the last little scrape of all, death, is simply the charming means Evolution takes to get us out of the great big scrape, life. You will never be happy, my dear friend, until you submit to the Evolutionary will. If it were not so amusing, nothing would be more insufferable than the unanimity and persistency with which all men and kindreds and nations shout up into space, __hat a scrape were in!_ It is the first thing the child says in its inarticulate way with the first breath of air it is able to employ. __h, what a scrape to be sure!_ And it is the last thing the man feels on his death-bed. And you will find that all the books and newspapers and music in the world are only expositions and sermons and fugues and variations on the one theme. __h, what a scrape!_ Now, it is my mission to change the world__ tune. I mean to teach it that scrape, luck, chance, is law, is Evolution, is the soul of the universe; and having brought man__ will into accord with the Evolutionary will, in a very short time it will come about that children will laugh with their first breath, as much as to say, _ What a delightful thing it is to come into the world._ And on their death-beds men will cry, __ow refreshing and noble it is to pass away,_ while all the books and newspapers and music of the world will cease to be a mere complaint, will cease__ltogether, the books and newspapers, perhaps, and only glad music remain.

If we are merely a chance product of __andom happenstance_ and nothing more, doesn__ it strike you as a bit odd that we have the ability to contemplate the question of __andom happenstance_ with such methodical complexity?

Not that chance dominated events in the early Solar System, for scientific determinism was also functioning. But chance is an essential factor in all evolutionary events, and the birth and development of our planetary system were not exceptions.

I didn't know what kind of creature I was supposed to be until I woke on a hospital cot and was informed I had died. Nobody ever told me what I was. I figured I was broken. But it turns out that my scars were divine signs that I was granted a chance to begin again.

Hey I'm sorry about the other day. Didn't mean to give you a hard time, I ---" He held up his hands. "It's no problem. And I didn't mean to be pushy. But i've seen a lot of people let the bad around them make them hard or stubborn. In the end, they miss the chance to make their world bette because they only see the worst in it." There was still something about the tone of his voice and his features that made me feel like I knew him. "I know what you mean." I shook my head. "I don't want to be like that. But I get so angry. Sometimes I feel like I know too much, or that I've done things I can't make right, and it just hovers over me. And when I see things happen that shouldn't..." "You don't know what to do with yourself." "Exactly." He nodded. "Well, I'd start by thinking about what's good. Then I'd ask myself how I could make that good even better." I laughed. "That doesn't make sense."He stood. "You just think about it a little.