Quotes About Choices

The map of our life is folded in such a way that we cannot see one main road across it, but as it is opened out, we are constantly seeing new side roads. We think we are choosing, and we have no choice.

Often we find our own destiny on the same roads that we have been avoiding.

A menudo encontramos nuestro destino por los caminos que tomamos para evitarlo.

It is only in our decisions that we are important.

Un Hombre es todo lo que hace, con lo que hicieron de el.

Un hombe es lo que hace, con lo que hicieron de el.

Today it seems to me that my whole life was nothing but a string of those small near misses: a race whose result we know beforehand but in which we fail to bet on the winner.

What sex are you?" Doesn't matter does it? After all that's your problem." If I keep you, what will happen?" You'll have a difficult, different time." Is it worth it?" That's up to you.

We live in a world of buy it or leave it. Love does not signify.

What can i tell you about the choices we make? Fate reads like the polar opposite of decision, and so much of life reads like fate.

I looked at my palms trying to see the other life, the parallel life. The point at which my selves broke away and one married a fat man and the other stayed here.

When I was born I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first coordinate. There is a lot that you can't change when you are a kid. But you can pack for the journey . . .

St. Paul said it is better to marry than to burn, but my mother taught me it is better to burn than to marry.

She had been a career woman all her life. She noted there was no such thing as a career man. She had made her choices. No regrets. But there were losses. There always were.

There's a chance that I'm not here at all, that all the parts of me, running along all the choices I did and didn't make, for a moment brush against each other. That I am still an evangelist in the North, as well as the person who ran away. Perhaps for a while these two selves have been confused. I have not gone forward or back in time, but across in time, to something I might have been, playing itself out.

Our habits and our fears make our choices. We are an algorithm of ourselves-- if you liked that you may also like this.

She hated being a nobody, and like all children, adopted or not, I have had to live out some of her unlived life. We do that for our parents – we don't really have any choice

When I was born, I became the visible corner of a folded map. The map has more than one route. More than one destination. The map that is the unfolding self is not exactly leading anywhere. The arrow that says YOU ARE HERE is your first first coordinate. There is a lot you can't change when you are kid. But you can pack for the journey.

People do go back, but they don't survive, because two realities are claiming them at the same time. Such things are too much. You can salt your heart, or kill your heart, or you choose between the two realities. There is so much pain here.

In life man commits himself and draws his own portrait, outside of which there is nothing. No doubt this thought may seem harsh to someone who has not made a success of his life. But on the other hand, it helps people to understand that reality alone counts, and that dreams, expectations and hopes only serve to define a man as a broken dream, aborted hopes, and futile expectations.

Thus it amounts to the same thing whether one gets drunk alone or is a leader of nations.

Men get the war they deserve.

Do you regret those days?' 'No,' replied Marcelle acidly: 'but I regret the life I might have had.

Todavía no estoy en el infierno y ya tengo mis pequeñas costumbres de condenado.