possibility

It was bewildering, the way that reality could be overtaken, wrestled down, and murdered by the sheer weight of possibility.

Do not give your most cherish dreams.Dreams are scriptures.Dreams are possibilities.Dreams always come true.

The best way to be appreciative for your life is to live it; don't die for any other reason but love. Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is makes it all possible, and love is what lights our way.

Hope is a passion for the possible.

When the artist is alive in any person, whatever his kind of work may be, he becomes an inventive, searching, daring, self-expressive creature. He becomes interesting to other people. He disturbs, upsets, enlightens, and opens ways for better understanding. Where those who are not artists are trying to close the book, he opens it and shows there are still more pages possible.

You ought to learn as best as you can.

Having no applicable skills, in any possible area whatsoever, effectively makes me the master of redundancy. But that info is obsolete, like my insults dictionary, which I stole.

You are born with infinite possibilities. Take responsibility for turning these possibilities into reality, and you will be bestowed with success, love and eternal peace.

This isn't the end, and a beginning looks different. This is the moment in between, when everything still looks possible.

We don't do well with infinity and endless possibility, and so we break things down into individual units and into stories. And then we accidentally believe in those stories, and we accidentally start acting them out. Stories about what love is, what happiness is. What men are, what women are. Unable to shape our own stories about the madness that surrounds us, we get infected with other people's stories, trying to ignore the discomfort that comes with an imperfect fit.

Do we choose sleep? Hell no and bullshit - we fall. We give ourselves over to possibility, to whim and fancy, to the bed, to the pillow, the tiny white tablet. And these choose for us.

If I listen to my heart, if I trust in that voice that sits deep in my soul, that untouched being of truth - I know it's there - I will discover the answers eventually. Maybe not immediately. Maybe not tomorrow. But if I don't open myself to possibility, I'll never know what it means to have lived. I'll never know what it means to have loved.

Playing is more than the act of judging the possibility of defeat or victory, playing is the probability of hope we will have victory.

If I were offering hip replacement services I'd use Jarod Kintz as my spokesman. No one can possibly be better than him, to replace the missing spoke in your wheels.

Without hope, I wouldn__ even try. Hope lifts me to consider new possibilities so I can stay the course of my desire, no matter what.

Hope dreams into being what is possible but not yet formed.

Imagination belongs to hope. It__ the creative dance of possibility.

A thought, even a possibility, can shatter and transform us.