Quotes About Choice

You have another choice, though," Prince Baelor said quietly. "Whether it is a better choice or a worse one, I cannot say, but I remind you that any knight accused of a crime has the right to demand trial by combat. So I ask you once again, Ser Duncan the Tall—how good a knight are you? Truly?

I beg to differ. Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities.

Death is so final, whereas life is full of possibilities'' - Tyrion Lannister

Lonely and lovely and lethal, Jon Snow reflected, and I might have had her. Her, and Winterfell, and my lord father's name. Instead he had chosen a black cloak and a wall of ice. Instead he had chosen honor. A bastard's sort of honor.

Bad and worse and worst makes a beggar's choice.

I can . . . die as I please.

The king, the priest, the rich man—who lives and who dies? Who will the swordsman obey? It's a riddle without an answer, or rather, too many answers.

When the choice is debt or death, best borrow.

He tossed his spear at my feet and gave my mother the back of his hand across the face, so she began to weep. 'Girl or boy, we fight our battles,' he said, 'but the gods let us choose our weapons.' He pointed to the spear, then to my mother's tears, and I picked up the spear.

Faced with a choice between "a dead father, cold in the ground, and a living woman, warm and willing in his arms, the boy showed surprising sense for one so highborn, and chose love over honor," says Mushroom.

Can our morrows be foretold?" he repeated slowly. "Mayhaps. There are certain spells in the old books … but Your Grace might ask instead, 'Should our morrows be foretold?

He offers the honeycomb with one hand and shows the whip with the other.

Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

his page still remained to be filled between the gold lion on the crimson shield on top and the blank white shield at the bottom. Ser Gerold Hightower had begun his history, and Ser Barristan Selmy had continued it, but the rest Jaime Lannister would need to write for himself. He could write whatever he chose, henceforth. Whatever he chose . . .

There has never been a slave who did not choose to be a slave,

Now, Bran, the crow urged. Choose. Fly or die. Death reached for him, screaming. Bran spread his arms and flew.

He dipped the quill into the inkpot, leaned over the first parchment, paused, looked up. "Would you prefer me to sign Yollo or Hugor Hill ?" Brown Ben crinkled up his eyes. "Would you prefer to be returned to Yezzan's heirs or just beheaded?" The dwarf laughed and signed the parchment, Tyrion of House Lannister.

Il fango ti può nutrire, mentre il fuoco ti ridurrà in cenere, ma i folli, i bambini e le fanciulle scelgono sempre il fuoco. Mud would nourish you, where fire would only consume you, but fools and children and young girls would choose fire every time.

Choose. Fly or die.

Every choice had its risks, every choice its consequences. He would play the game to its conclusion.

A man must know his destiny… if he does not recognize it, then he is lost. By this I mean, once, twice, or at the very most, three times, fate will reach out and tap a man on the shoulder… if he has the imagination, he will turn around and fate will point out to him what fork in the road he should take, if he has the guts, he will take it.

O WORLD, thou choosest not the better part! It is not wisdom to be only wise,. And on the inward vision close the eyes,. But it is wisdom to believe the heart.

With each post or tweet, we choose what to keep private and what to make public, what face to show the world and what to keep buried. It is a kind of deception, and we have become reality stars, every one of us.

I'm the decider, and I decide what is best.