Quotes About Choices

And yet the time saved did not seem to mean additional leisure or greater opportunities for meditation and reflection. Instead, with each new wave of technology, the pace of life increased; there was more to do, more choices to make, more things to experience, and people eagerly seized upon those experiences and filled the hours that had only moments ago become empty.

Life is the soil, our choices and actions the sun and rain, but our dreams are the seeds.

We all have a road to walk. The foolish walk blindly. The intelligent navigate it. The good repair it as they go. CHARLES JAMES'S DIARY

I have come to believe that the defining moments of most lives are not acts of courage or greatness, rather they are the simple acts: expressions of virtue or vice that are tossed carelessly like seeds from a farmer's hand, leaving their fruits to be revealed at a future date.

The most important story we will ever write in our life is our own -- not with ink, but with our daily choices.

The most important story we'll ever write in life is our own—not with ink, but with our daily choices.

Pär grinned. "What's so funny?" "You are, Bartolomeo." "Everything you've said is true," Nikos added, "but it's not that simple. Your choices, your decisions, were not necessarily the wrong choices. Sometimes, they were the right choices, the moral choices. They just didn't work out." "That's an understatement." "I'm

One of the odd things about middle age, he concluded, was the strange decisions a man discovers he's made by not really making them, like allowing friends to drift away through simple neglect.

Truth is based upon knowledge. So, of course, it can be compromised by incomplete knowledge. As a doctor I sought truth through facts. As a pathologist I was now learning that truth could be directly affected by choices I made, by how many facts I chose to study.

If those also of the younger sort would ask of themselves, why God should not have the flower and marrow of their age? And why they should give their strength to the devil?

So , I said, now that we have our dead, what are we going to do with them?

I looked at all the trees and didn't know what to do.

People are often ready to accept a false dilemma because few feel comfortable with complexity and nuanced distinctions. They like sweeping absolutes. They want clear and simple choices. So, those skilled in manipulating people, face them with false dilemmas (one alternative of which is the one the manipulator wants them to choose, the other alternative clearly unacceptable). They present arguments in black or white form.

Some things you did were worth regretting; others not.

The future is always changing. If we had no choices, there'd be no point in living.

God," I moaned. "Do they use that stuff as rocket fuel?" "No one made you keep drinking it." "Hey, don't get preachy. Besides, I had to be polite." "Sure," she said.

Janine Hathaway offered to be my guardian, " said Lissa suddenly. "Janine Hathaway?" Tatiana's eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline. "I'm sure she has other commitments. No, we've got much better choices." A better choice than Janine Hathaway? Not likely. Before Dimitri, my mother had been the gold standard by which I measured all badassedness.

Her eyes flicked over the cards, looked at Dimitri, then looked back at the cards. Her expression was blank. "You will lose what you value most, so treasure it while you can." She pointed to the Wheel of Fortune card. "The wheel is turning, always turning.

What hope is there?" I asked. "If even angels fall, what hope is there for the rest of us?" "There isn't," he said. "We're on our own. And we have to make the choices we think are best for our own survival.

the choices we made today were templates for the future.

I'd never really planned on stealing someone else's life.

Ah, min dotter", sa han. "Arton år och du har redan blivit anklagad för mord, hjälpt brottslingar och dödat fler än de flesta beskyddare kommer att göra under hela sitt liv.

No puedo creer que no quieras nada. Va a ser un cumpleaños aburrido. "Libertad", pensé yo. Ése era el único regalo que anhelaba: libertad para tomar mis propias decisiones, libertad para amar a quien yo quisiese. No importa -dije en cambio. ¿Qué es lo que...? -se detuvo. Lo comprendió. Siempre lo hacía.

One dress isn't worth your grisly death.