Quotes About Choices

The preoccupations of seventeen-year-old girls--their looks, their clothes, their social life--do not change very much from generation to generation. But in every generation there seem to be a few who make other choices. Amy was one of the few.

A great many things determine how people live, and money is not at the top of the list. Choices are always available. What you choose will depend on how you see things: yourself, your work, your right to express taste and desire and personality, your understanding of the love of God as expressed in His creation and order and harmony.

It's the same with kids and a diet of coke, hamburgers and nasty little crunchy snacks. If they like it, why worry about them eating fruit and veg and other more demanding food? And I'll tell you why worry, because otherwise their teeth will all fall out and they'll all pop off early from degenerative diseases. You can't thrive on pap, you know. Not in food, not in music, not in education, not in religion.

Frank, saying, Who cares what happens before we're born and after we die? The question is, what do we do in the meantime?

I decided in high school that I wasn't going to get married too soon. I'd forgotten that you can also wait too long, and then the only candies left in the box are the squished ones, rejected for their questionable insides. And if I'm honest, I'd have to count myself among those with questionable insides.

The mystical teachings do not erase sorrow. They say, here is your life. What will you do with it?

What you do today is important because you are exchanging a day of your life for it.

Let your life choices tell others of your wonderful God as you walk through life worshiping Him.

Then again, you cannot stop the flood of desire as it moves through the world, inappropriate though it may sometimes be. It is the prerogative of all humans to make ludicrous choices, to fall in love with the most unlikely of partners, and to set themselves up for the most predicatable of calamities.

My mother has made choices in her life, as we all must, and she is at peace with them. I can see her peace. She did not cop out on herself. The benefits of her choices are massive-a long, stable marriage to a man she still calls her best friend; a family that has extended now into grandchildren who adore her; a certainty in her own strength. Maybe some things were sacrificed, and my dad made his sacrifices, too-but who amongst us lives without sacrifice?

Now imagine a life in which every day a person is presented with not two or even three but dozens of choices, and you can begin to grasp why the modern world has become, even with all its advantages, a neurosis-generating machine of the highest order.

Lucky is the soul whose only troubles are self-inflicted. a

This much I do know - I'm exhausted by the cumulative consequences of a lifetime of hasty choices and chaotic passions.

En un mundo de posibilidades tan variadas, la indecision nos puede dejara paralizados

I always thought we only had two choices in our lives when it came to pizza crust—thin and crispy, or thick and doughy. How was I to have known there could be a crust in this world that was thin and doughy? Holy of holies! Thin, doughy, strong, gummy, yummy, chewy, salty pizza paradise.

Why had their lives turned out this way, and not another way?

Train them to pay attention to their choices. (Reduce, Reuse and Recycle are good ideas, he would lecture, but those three concepts should only be the last resort. What you really need to focus on are two other words that also begin with R- Reconsider and Refuse. Before you even acquire the disposable good, ask yourself why you need this consumer product. And then turn it down. Refuse it. You can.)

I had wanted more, and I had not wanted more. A familiar old tale, from the lives of girls.

And the question now for me is, What are my choices to be? What do I believe that I deserve in this life? Where can I accept sacrifice, and where can I not?

I recently read a fabulous blog by a writer named Mark Manson, who said that the secret to finding your purpose in life is to answer this question in total honesty: What's your favorite flavor of shit sandwich?

In a world of such abundant possibility, many of us simply go limp from indecision. Or we derail our life's journey again and again, backing up to try the doors we neglected on the first round, desperate to get it right this time. Or we become compulsive comparers - always measuring our lives against some other person's life, secretly wondering if we should have taken her path instead.

Man kan måle sit værd på sin loyalitet over for sine valg, ikke på sine succeser eller fiaskoer.

Two whole lives, a person might have. Three or four or five. If only. Never before had she felt this fanning out of possibilities; one life had seemed plenty, difficult sometimes, other times fine. Either way, her lot.

I believe that we are solely responsible for our choices, and we have to accept the consequences of every deed, word, and thought throughout our lifetime.