Quotes About Choice

It's just that unwinding makes slavery look good. It's always the lesser of two evils.

It seemed to Rowan that the Texas region had embraced its roots, and had chosen to mimic the Old West the way Tonists mimicked mortal-age religions.

How can you choose the lesser of two evils, when both evils are too great to measure?

Which is worse, I wonder- watching everyone you know fall into a ravine, or shaking their reality with such force that it ruins them.

Don't you see, Lev? you can save yourself. You can be anyone you want to be now.

You can be anyone you want to be now...

It's the devil who pulls the strings that make us dance

A vida é um hospital cujos pacientes são obcecados pela troca das camas. Este quer sofrer frente a fornalha, aquele outro pensa que melhorará caso se mantenha perto da janela. Sempre me pareceu que eu estaria melhor em qualquer outro lugar exceto o lugar em que estou agora, e esta questão de seguir adiante é uma questão que muito discuto com minha alma.

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

regret is mostly caused by not having done anything.

Love is a form of prejudice. You love what you need, you love what makes you feel good, you love what is convenient. How can you say you love one person when there are ten thousand people in the world that you would love more if you ever met them? But you'll never meet them.

Why did I come here? I thought. Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?

There were no judgments to be made, yet out of necessity one had to select. Beyond good and evil was all right in theory, but to go on living one had to select: some were kinder than others, some were simply more interested in you, and sometimes the outwardly beautiful and inwardly cold were necessary. The kinder ones fucked better, really, and after you were around them a while they seemed beautiful because they were.

That's your response to everything: drink? No, that's my response to nothing.

Love is not a candle burning down. Life is. And love and life are not the same or else Love, having choice, nobody would ever die.

I would be married, but I'd have no wife, I would be married to a single life.

She was desperate and she was choosey at the same time and, in a way, beautiful, but she didn't have quite enough going for her to become what she imagined herself to be.

When I get out, I thought, I am going to wait a while and then I am going to come back to this place, I am going to look at it from the outside and know exactly what's going on in there, and I'm going to stare at those walls and I'm going to make up my mind never to get on the inside of them again.

I've got to decide: kill myself or love myself?

Love it or leave it

What were doctors, lawyers, scientists? They were just men who allowed themselves to be deprived of their freedom to think and act as individuals.

Some morals tended to keep people slaves in factories, in churches and true to the State. Other morals simply made good sense. It was like a garden filled with poisoned fruit and good fruit. You had to know which to pick and eat, which to leave alone.

She had chosen me and it was as simple as that.

Why is it always only a matter of choosing between something bad and something worse?