The is no greater pain than the one you cause yourself when you let yourself down when a good chance present itself for you to advance your life!
Tennis taught me to take chances, to take life as it comes. To hit every ball that comes to me no matter how hard it looks, to give it my best shot.
Today like every day roughly 5,000 people on the face of the planet will experience one-chance-in-a-million things and not one of them will refuse to believe the evidence of their senses.
I will once again keep my eyes open to the changes so that I won't miss even a single spec of chance. Life is possible, believe it, LIFE'S POSSIBLE!
Everyone deserves the chance to survive. I think of this every time I see another disaster. There are probably people dying who don’t have to.
Why do I love writing YA? Because I get a chance to re-live my youth knowing all I know now...
I love tomorrow a lot but I'm quickly reminded that today, right now, is the best chance I have to live my very best.
I got lost In your ocean-green eyes And I drowned In the sweetest desire Of your warm gaze Wave after wave With no chance To survive.
And, of course, millions of us cross the border to work in US homes and gardens and factories and carpentry shops and restaurants, and if you go to a restaurant pretty much anywhere in the United States, the chances are that the dishes will be washed...
I believe I'm doing the right thing in trying to step away from that and to take chances and work on little independent films and do stuff like that wild dance scene.
Everybody's trying to make every minute of the present last forever. Preserve every second.
And in that fraction of a second before anything actually happened, Santino Corleone knew he was a dead man.
A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eighth of a second.
In Hell... bad is good... and I am second only to the Devil.
For every minute you remain angry, you give up sixty seconds of peace of mind.
After five seconds there was a click, and the entire Universe was there in the box with him.
The truth can do years of work in seconds.
A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.
So basically,” Calvin said, “this is in a walk-up on West Twenty-Second Street with no music and no Julie Andrews.
It really sucks to come in second in your own life. It sucks even more to think that this is okay.
Dad, she's beautiful. I remember where she was standing.
