Quotes About Choice

But the tomorrow upon which I was to make my decision never, in the form in which I had envisaged it, arrived.

So. The door was open into the dark and he had but to walk through it.

Do you really believe that? That it's wicked to love destiny? Yes. What happens is usually what oughtn't to happen. Why love it?

In a way it does not matter where I am. In another way where I am is fated.

Everyone must go his own way, Jake,' said Hugo. 'Things don't matter as much as you think.

Do anything you like . . . only don't say the word 'never'. I should die of that word.

Starting this relationship seems to me one of the better things you've ever done, however it ends. We can't separate it from how it ends.

I'm not a lucky person who makes radiant decisions which are obviously right.

By the time she wrote The Sovereignty of Good in 1970 her criticism had become stringent: 'we are not isolated free choosers, monarchs of all we survey, but benighted creatures sunk in a reality whose nature we are constantly and overwhelmingly tempted to deform by fantasy'.

We are not isolated free choosers, monarchs of all we survey, but benighted creatures sunk in a reality whose nature we are constantly and overwhelmingly tempted to deform by fantasy.

Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting oan a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mooth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye've produced. Choose life.

Society invents a spurious convoluted logic tae absorb and change people whae's behaviour is outside its mainstream. Suppose that ah ken aw the pros and cons, know that ah'm gaunnae huv a short life, am ah sound mind, ectetera, ectetera, but still want tae use smack? They won't let ye dae it. They won't let ye dae it, because it's seen as a sign ay thir ain failure. The fact that ye jist simply choose tae reject whut they huv tae offer.

Choose us. Choose life. Choose mortgage payments; choose washing machines; choose cars; choose sitting on a couch watching mind-numbing and spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fuckin junk food intae yir mooth. Choose rotting away, pishing and shiteing yersel in a home, a total fuckin embarrassment tae the selfish, fucked-up brats ye've produced. Choose life.

Bazen insanlar?n junkie olmay? fark?nda olmadan s?rf bir parça sessizlik istedikleri için seçtiklerini düÅŸünürüm.

How many shots does it take before the concept ay choice becomes obsolete?

Lo he dejado varias veces. Dejarlo y volver a picarse es como ir a la cárcel. Cada vez que vas a la cárcel, disminuye la probabilidad de que alguna vez estés libre de ese tipo de vida. Es igual cada vez que vuelves al caballo. Disminuyes tus posibilidades de ser capaz de prescindir de él algún día.

Ah wis gaunny say thit Tommy hud a choice; wee Maria disnae. Aw that would huv done wis precipitate an argument aboot whair choice began and ended. How many shots does it take before the concept ay choice becomes obsolete? Wish tae fuck ah knew. Wish tae fuck ah knew anything.

They try to con you that making that kind of choice day in, day out, makes you feel free or alive or self-actualised. But it's shite, a lifebelt to stop us all from going fuckin mad at the lunacy of this fucked-up world we've let them shape around us.

There are neither good nor evil, only the existence and action.

You are the only one responsible for your own wants.

Any system which allows men to choose their own future will end by choosing safety and mediocrity, and in such a Reality the stars are out of reach.

How then to enforce peace? Not by reason, certainly, nor by education. If a man could not look at the fact of peace and the fact of war and choose the former in preference to the latter, what additional argument could persuade him? What could be more eloquent as a condemnation of war than war itself?

It is a difficult choice sometimes whether to feel revolted at the male sex or merely to dismiss them as contemptible.

That was the trouble with the Outside. One teetered forever between unpleasant alternatives.