Might Quotes

Never deprive someone of hope; it might be all they have.

It is not bigotry to be certain we are right; but it is bigotry to be unable to imagine how we might possibly have gone wrong.

To rectify past blunders is impossible, but we might profit by the experience of them.

The single biggest reason companies fail is they overinvest in what is, as opposed to what might be.

How do I relax? This might sound slightly ridiculous but I play the ukulele for at least an hour a day and I find something really blissful about it.

You can actually suffer a little bit more going slowly than when you're going really fast. A faster marathon might even be easier than a slow one, in terms of what it takes out of you mentally.

Fit for kings, formal gardens afford an earthly Elysium and the odd impression that we mere men might actually control nature for a time.

Joy is God in the marrow of our bones.

Someone, I don't know who- it might have even been me- said, Any man at the age of twenty-five who is not a Communist has no heart: any man who is still is at the age of thirty-five has no head.

Imagine what might happen if women emerged from their labor beds with a renewed sense of the strength and power of their bodies, and of their capacity for ecstasy through giving birth

If we could have somehow stayed away from the public and the press, it might have been different, but every private issue seemed to be played out on the front page.

It's like my whole life never happened, When I see you, it's as if I never had a thought. I know this dream, it might be crazy, But it's the only one I've got.

I might be too strung out on compliments, overdosed on confidence/ Started not to give a f- and stop fearing the consequence/ Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments.

Guns aren't lawful; nooses give; gas smells awful. So you might as well live.

If I could reincarnate as another player, I might want to reincarnate as Thierry Henry at the top of his game.

Somehow I suspect that if Shakespeare were alive today, he might be a jazz fan himself.

It is stupid to grieve for the loss of a girl friend: you might never have met her, so you can do without her.

Instead of yielding to idle conversation it might profit one to cultivate silence and contemplation.

It might have been easier to retire, to say my knee couldn't handle it and let that be that. At the same time, the prospect of not being able to compete in gymnastics anymore was heartbreaking.

Emotion arises at the place where mind and body meet. It is the body's reaction to your mind - or you might say, a reflection of your mind in the body.

Buddha might be the one thing that could settle Godzilla down. He might say, "Listen Godzilla, you don't have to do all this. Just chill out a little bit and everything will be fine".

Today might not be so good. But tomorrow, you got another chance to get it right.

Oh my God. Lift me up out of this illusion, Lord. Heal my perception that I might know only reality and only you.

Would you let the aliens land, please? They might be here to pick me up.

The Lord can give, and the Lord can take away. I might be herding sheep next year.

Life is very fragile and you never know when it is over. Only one instance and then it might be too late to accept Gods offer for forgiveness.

I'm quite worried about the fiscal imbalances that we've got and what that might mean in terms of financial crisis ahead.

We are nothing; less than nothing, and dreams. We are only what might have been, and must wait upon the tedious shores of Lethe millions of ages before we have existence, and a name.

I always saw myself as more of a watcher, although I suppose my siblings might have a different viewpoint on it.

I find looking forward scary because you might die.

Thirteen states with a population less than that of New York State alone can prevent repeal [of prohibition] until Halley's comet returns. One might as well talk about a summer vacation on Mars.

What is uncertain is how much further the bubble can expand, and what might pop it.

The good man has his enemies. He would not be like His Lord if he had not. If we were without enemies we might fear that we were not the friends of God, for friendship of the world is enmity to God.

While adding the finishing touches to a painting might appear insignificant, it is much harder to do than one might suppose.

Think how our lives might be different if we became people with whom Christ could share the deep things of God.

And what if there’s nothing in there?’ You die and there’s nothing beyond that. Nothing. Nothing remains. Someone might remember you for a little while after but not for long.

I say this as a big sister in the faith hoping someone might learn an easier way. Arrogance does not bode well. It attracts the rod of God.

It's harder than you might think to squander millions of dollars, but a flawed software development process is a tool well suited to the job.

Vulnerability is about showing up and being seen. It's tough to do that when we're terrified about what people might see or think.

Women have worked hard; starved in prison; given of their time and lives that we might sit in the House of Commons and take part in the legislating of this country.

The key to the match might have been his serving. Maybe I should have concentrated harder on watching them go by me, I don't know.

As a young teenager I looked desperately for things to read that might excuse me or assure me I wasn't the only one, that might confirm an identity I was unhappily piecing together

With watercolour, you can't cover up the marks. There's the story of the construction of the picture, and then the picture might tell another story as well.

If I could only remember that the days were not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.

If Elmore Leonard met Jim Thompson down a dark alley at midnight they might emerge a week later with thick beards, bloodshot eyes and the manuscript for THE BIG O.

We are in the entertaining business, they want to get autographs, they want to take something home, whether it's a signed hat or, you know, program or whatever it might be.

If you can't play the Blues you might as well hang it up.

I wrote 'The story of O' alone, for Dominique Aury, to interest him, to please him, to occupy him. I wasn't young, nor particularly pretty. I needed something which might interest a man like him.

Were it not for music, we might in these days say, the Beautiful is dead.

They who disbelieve in virtue because man has never been found perfect, might as reasonably deny the sun because it is not always noon.