What if a puppet could cut its own strings, and in that act of defiance and strength of will become truly alive? Become is own puppetmaster?
I got back in my car, starting the engine, then drove off. It wasn't until I pulled onto the highway that it all really sunk it, how temporary our friendship had been. We'd been on our breaks, after all, but it wasn't our relationships that were on pause: it was us. Now we were both in motion again, moving ahead. So what if there were questions left unanswered. Life went on. We knew that better than anyone.
What if I left my memory in the future and I have to catch up to it?
No matter what, if you're a parent, you have to make sacrifices.
The belief is growing on me that the disease is communicated by the bite of the mosquito. . . . She always injects a small quantity of fluid with her bite-what if the parasites get into the system in this manner.
You couldn't give up you for them. But what if you wanted them more than you wanted a singular powerful you?
The big thing is that if you don't try something, you'll always wonder. What could that have been like? What if. . . ?
What if there's no such thing as PMS and this is just my personality?
I'm very scared to do it. What if I don't come back? With the whole light-years thing, what if I come back 10,000 years later, and everyone I know is dead? I'll be like, 'Great. Now I have to start all over'.
What if reality is nothing but some disease?
When you finally realize that peace is your natural state of being then you will know that any form of non-peace is a belief in illusion. Illusion that anything should be something other than what it is which can never be so. What if instead of waiting for what isn't to become your version of what is, why don't you be peaceful right now while you alter what isn't for you if you so choose? Is it ever worth it to wear a cloak of non-peacefulness over God Brilliance?
What if. . . ? A question we ask to hurt ourselves.
What if everything in the world were a misunderstanding, what if laughter were really tears?
What if free people could live secure in the knowledge that their security did not rest upon the threat of instant U. S. retaliation to deter a Soviet attack, that we could intercept and destroy strategic ballistic missiles before they reached our own soil or that of our allies?
What if sometimes there is no choice about what to love? What if the temple comes to Mohammed? What if you just love? without deciding? You just do: you see her and in that instant are lost to sober account-keeping and cannot choose but to love?
What if the beauty around us is meant as a reminder for the many gifts we have been given and our need to give thanks to them?
I tell myself he's better than he makes himself out to be, but, Tessa, what if he isn't?
What if miliseconds influence centuries?
When you decide to make a film, it's imperative that it's a story you just have to tell. . . no matter what. If so, then dive in. It won't be 'work'. . . it will be a thrilling, deeply satisfying experience.
First of all, the novel should be a critique of the novels that have come before it in a language that broadens the audience of American literature. Second, it's really got to be invested in a number of what-if questions.