#possibilities

The becoming of man is the history of the exhaustion of his possibilities. ↗

— Susan Sontag

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Well, most of us think "The Merchant of Venice" is a porno script. On a more personal note, I’ve decided on pizza for dinner. ↗

— Jaye Frances

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No individual existence can be traced further than the moment of conception, which determined that what was to be born would be this person and no other. The person may change from baby to child, and from boy to man, but through all these changes he will remain this person and cannot be another, because all possibilities to the contrary that may have existed before the moment of conception ended forever with the moment of conception. ↗

— Nick Joaquín

#identity #possibilities #change

Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels different when they’re gone. ↗

— Eileen Wilks

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The cosmical importance of this conclusion is profound and the possibilities it opens for the future very remarkable, greater in fact than any suggested before by science in the whole history of the human race. ↗

— Francis William Aston

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Once again, I think there is little art being done that really owns up to such intense possibilities. ↗

— Peter Sotos

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Remember always that the composer's pen is still mightier than the bow of the violinist; in you lie all the possibilities of the creation of beauty. ↗

— John Philip Sousa

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With respect to the requirement of art, the probable impossible is always preferable to the improbable possible. ↗

— Aristotle

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Nothing is impossible to kill. It's just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving ↗

— Mira Grant

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They rode out along the fenceline and across the open pastureland. The leather creaked in the morning cold. They pushed the horses into a lope. The lights fell away behind them. They rode out on the high prairie where they slowed the horses to a walk and the stars swarmed around them out of the blackness. They heard somewhere in that tenantless night a bell that tolled and ceased where no bell was and they rode out on the round dais of the earth which alone was dark and no light to it and which carried their figures and bore them up into the swarming stars so that they rode not under but among them and they rode at once jaunty and circumspect, like thieves newly loosed in that dark electric, like young thieves in a glowing orchard, loosely jacketed against the cold and ten thousand worlds for the choosing. ↗

— Cormac McCarthy

#exhilaration #inspirational #possibilities #inspirational