you’re giving us one more chance. just one more fake chance before you leave forever. i guess i’m giving us a chance too. it hurts to think of what could have been and what never will be, but we will get one little opportunity to pretend, won’t we?
today is the day i have a chance to change everything
today is the day i will try to take my chance
today is the day that i will no longer be down and sad but take a chance and be happy
today is the day i will take my chance
How many time is too many? How many chances do you give a person? How many chances do you give yourself to be strengthened by pain? I’m at three. Is it like baseball? Are chances given out like good pitches? Pitch em’ three good ones, and if they strike out–they walk off the field. Does that mean I strike out too?
Some people say that fate decides everything for you.
But me?
I think it’s a game of chance.
I mean, think about it. It’s fate that an avalanche is going to happen. It’s by chance that you just happen to walk through the avalanche and die. You can chose your fate if you really want to, but there aren’t many options.
Like a rolling die, the battered chassis of what was once a sedan could be seen tumbling down the hill. Each surface connected with the rocky terrain seemingly by chance.
The bonnet. The passenger-side door. The roof.
When it comes to rest, there will be no winner. Just a small chance that the precious cargo will survive.
…escaping from his mundane life was his only chance of salvation, and one does not get many chances to escape from the dreadful clutches of daily routine. He had 24 hours and now they are gone, it is now or never. Damian takes a deep breath, pulls the power cord of his desktop and walks away from his desk…decision made.
i only have one chance at life and if dont make this one, i’m not sure if i’ll have any others. i need to do my best to recover and to be healthy because well it’s not like i’m a cat…i dont have 9 lives…i only hope one day that normal is on the horizon. or next to normal woud be fine.
do we have chance? really, i mean at all? you’re two years older, and starting at a new school in just a few days. there’ll be new girls, no doubt prettier, smarter, funnier, and not to mention, older. and i’ll be left here. in the same place. just a young, naive, alone little girl. but i suppose that maybe, just maybe, we can keep this alive.
by chance, things happen. some say luck, others say fate, but in chance, there’s always that small glimmer of a possibility; the underlying hope that something will or will not happen.
will i ever get a second chance? i didn’t do anything i wrong. at least i don’t think i did. why are you pushing yourself out of my life. do you still want to be my best friend? i love you and if you want a second chance, i’m yours.
She can’t help but wonder what the chances were. Was it fate? The thought of someone or something else controlling what happened in her life unnerved her. The chances of her going to that dance though, of him asking her at the end of the night? Really? Maybe things just played out properly, maybe the timing was just right but really, what were the chances of her life turning out better than she could have thought?
it was just by chance that i met you. and it was just by chance that you walked out of my life. maybe in with another chance i will meet you again. but the odds are it won’t happen. meanwhile, i will take a chance on life, and i will hope that you will take a chance on me.
Just one chance. That’s all she needed. She had the file in her hand that told her everything. Everything that happened to her brother. It would finally give her the peace of mind she needed. Three years it had been since Michael had disappeared and this folder would bring him back. She held her breathe and opened the file. She gasped. It contained one page reading: Subject not found.
Chance. There’s always this one little chance and you’re too scared to take it. There are so many chances worth taking, but how do you know if it’s the right one? It always seems like every chance is everying, but will it be a decision you love or regret for the rest of your life?
The chance is always waiting for you and always will be. It’s up to you to decide if you want to take the risk, or forever live safe but sad in regret.
There was zero chance of the situation rectifying itself. Sally had to act fast and stop puttering around with social niceties and dawdling pedestrians. Now was the time for brazen shoves and forceful shouldering.
there is a chance to do something great and there is a always a chance to not. its our choice to use these moments in our life because we always have them coming at us. we always will have another chance but it is limited or progressed by the previous choice on the chance. i would hope to see the chances for what the are and what i can do with them as opposed to thinking life is full of fate but its not its a chance
so if i had the chance i think, i’d like to tell him just one thing. it’s not that kind of love we think. but more the kind where i don’t want to live without. not that i can’t, just that i don’t want to. would never choose to. but that’s not the kind of thing you just say. if the chance ever came i don’t think i’d have a choice, it would just spill out.
One chance, one way and one day to make it all happen. If I miss this- it’s over, this is my opportunity. Funny thing about chances, they’re like birds, they fly over your head and grab your attention and while you’re listening to them sing-ohp they’re gone.
the chance the choice, too many different ways to go. i’m indecisive to a fault. for myself- that too. but more for others. it’s their choice, their chance maybe or maybe not. so why should i be the one to decide? take the chance or not? it’s your life not mine. your chance, your choice.
“Take a chance, and walk with me,” he had said. It was a chance I shouldn’t have taken. It was a chance I should have turned down, should have laughed at- well now it’s laughing at me.
Grab the golden ring….take a chance. See new places, meet new people. Life is the experience. If you don’t like it the first time try one more time just to be sure.
It was that moment. The moment when everything was a blur, all of his emotions rampagaing and rioting in his heart. In the spotlight, with the burning heat of the stage lights and makeup bleeding on their faces. It was their chance.
chance. a chance to love, a chance to remember, a chance to forget.
everyday, you face them.
but such a small chance it feels like to meet that someone that is your other half.
it’s all on chance it feels like.
so how to fight the tides and some how come out on top
One chance. That’s all it feels like. Afterall, we can’t go back in time. So we truly have only one chance. We are lucky to have one. For some have not even that.
you’re giving us one more chance. just one more fake chance before you leave forever. i guess i’m giving us a chance too. it hurts to think of what could have been and what never will be, but we will get one little opportunity to pretend, won’t we?
today is the day i have a chance to change everything
today is the day i will try to take my chance
today is the day that i will no longer be down and sad but take a chance and be happy
today is the day i will take my chance
How many time is too many? How many chances do you give a person? How many chances do you give yourself to be strengthened by pain? I’m at three. Is it like baseball? Are chances given out like good pitches? Pitch em’ three good ones, and if they strike out–they walk off the field. Does that mean I strike out too?
Some people say that fate decides everything for you.
But me?
I think it’s a game of chance.
I mean, think about it. It’s fate that an avalanche is going to happen. It’s by chance that you just happen to walk through the avalanche and die. You can chose your fate if you really want to, but there aren’t many options.
Like a rolling die, the battered chassis of what was once a sedan could be seen tumbling down the hill. Each surface connected with the rocky terrain seemingly by chance.
The bonnet. The passenger-side door. The roof.
When it comes to rest, there will be no winner. Just a small chance that the precious cargo will survive.
take a chance on love, take a chance on me……..
one chance and that is all.if u couldn’t its all over. jason had to jump over the river of sharks.
if he failed its all over.Just ONE chance.
starts with a c and there is an e at the end and a h after the c after the h there is an a and following the a is a n the a c again.
5o percent.
Take a chance. Make a change. Go make something of yourself! Blah blah blah…cliche cliche cliche…you get the picture XP
Kindness understanding love long-term loyalty worth more than anything always another chance to give caring forgiveness patience and believe faith.
it was a chance occurrence,
meeting you.
sandwiched between barbeque chips,
vodka hiding in water bottles,
and diet ginger ale.
in that moment,
fuck,
i wanted you
so badly.
and now i can barely remember your name.
…escaping from his mundane life was his only chance of salvation, and one does not get many chances to escape from the dreadful clutches of daily routine. He had 24 hours and now they are gone, it is now or never. Damian takes a deep breath, pulls the power cord of his desktop and walks away from his desk…decision made.
i only have one chance at life and if dont make this one, i’m not sure if i’ll have any others. i need to do my best to recover and to be healthy because well it’s not like i’m a cat…i dont have 9 lives…i only hope one day that normal is on the horizon. or next to normal woud be fine.
do we have chance? really, i mean at all? you’re two years older, and starting at a new school in just a few days. there’ll be new girls, no doubt prettier, smarter, funnier, and not to mention, older. and i’ll be left here. in the same place. just a young, naive, alone little girl. but i suppose that maybe, just maybe, we can keep this alive.
a chance at life.
a chance at love.
chances come and go.
but not every chance you get will end well
It was fleeting. It flowed downward, lazily and smugly.
by chance, things happen. some say luck, others say fate, but in chance, there’s always that small glimmer of a possibility; the underlying hope that something will or will not happen.
will i ever get a second chance? i didn’t do anything i wrong. at least i don’t think i did. why are you pushing yourself out of my life. do you still want to be my best friend? i love you and if you want a second chance, i’m yours.
What’s the chance… Game of chance… Take a chance… Do you think I even have a chance?
She can’t help but wonder what the chances were. Was it fate? The thought of someone or something else controlling what happened in her life unnerved her. The chances of her going to that dance though, of him asking her at the end of the night? Really? Maybe things just played out properly, maybe the timing was just right but really, what were the chances of her life turning out better than she could have thought?
hey there stranger,
help me remember how to smile.
I met you,
And you met me
Despite all the possibilities
A billion people,
Inhabit the earth.
A million people,
Much more than i’m worth.
And somehow you settled,
with little old me.
I couldn’t have meddled,
To make a better history.
Because I have you,
So perfect, unearthly.
And you have ultimate power,
The power to hurt me.
It happened so fast,
In one little glance.
I hope it will last,
after all, it was just chance.
I only have one minute. Only one hand to type with (I’m holding a phone in the other). One chance. Leggo.
it was just by chance that i met you. and it was just by chance that you walked out of my life. maybe in with another chance i will meet you again. but the odds are it won’t happen. meanwhile, i will take a chance on life, and i will hope that you will take a chance on me.
Just one chance. That’s all she needed. She had the file in her hand that told her everything. Everything that happened to her brother. It would finally give her the peace of mind she needed. Three years it had been since Michael had disappeared and this folder would bring him back. She held her breathe and opened the file. She gasped. It contained one page reading: Subject not found.
Chance. There’s always this one little chance and you’re too scared to take it. There are so many chances worth taking, but how do you know if it’s the right one? It always seems like every chance is everying, but will it be a decision you love or regret for the rest of your life?
The chance is always waiting for you and always will be. It’s up to you to decide if you want to take the risk, or forever live safe but sad in regret.
There was zero chance of the situation rectifying itself. Sally had to act fast and stop puttering around with social niceties and dawdling pedestrians. Now was the time for brazen shoves and forceful shouldering.
there is a chance to do something great and there is a always a chance to not. its our choice to use these moments in our life because we always have them coming at us. we always will have another chance but it is limited or progressed by the previous choice on the chance. i would hope to see the chances for what the are and what i can do with them as opposed to thinking life is full of fate but its not its a chance
to me, chance is this only shot that might come once or more than once if ur lucky but if u seize it right it’s gona turn ur life upside down.
so if i had the chance i think, i’d like to tell him just one thing. it’s not that kind of love we think. but more the kind where i don’t want to live without. not that i can’t, just that i don’t want to. would never choose to. but that’s not the kind of thing you just say. if the chance ever came i don’t think i’d have a choice, it would just spill out.
One chance, one way and one day to make it all happen. If I miss this- it’s over, this is my opportunity. Funny thing about chances, they’re like birds, they fly over your head and grab your attention and while you’re listening to them sing-ohp they’re gone.
Just what would you do
If you only had the chance
Just what could you do?
the chance the choice, too many different ways to go. i’m indecisive to a fault. for myself- that too. but more for others. it’s their choice, their chance maybe or maybe not. so why should i be the one to decide? take the chance or not? it’s your life not mine. your chance, your choice.
“Take a chance, and walk with me,” he had said. It was a chance I shouldn’t have taken. It was a chance I should have turned down, should have laughed at- well now it’s laughing at me.
Everything happens perchance.
Nothing is definite.
Balance is key.
Love finds everybody,
So don’t go looking.
Grab the golden ring….take a chance. See new places, meet new people. Life is the experience. If you don’t like it the first time try one more time just to be sure.
It was that moment. The moment when everything was a blur, all of his emotions rampagaing and rioting in his heart. In the spotlight, with the burning heat of the stage lights and makeup bleeding on their faces. It was their chance.
chance. a chance to love, a chance to remember, a chance to forget.
everyday, you face them.
but such a small chance it feels like to meet that someone that is your other half.
it’s all on chance it feels like.
so how to fight the tides and some how come out on top
One chance. That’s all it feels like. Afterall, we can’t go back in time. So we truly have only one chance. We are lucky to have one. For some have not even that.