Quotes About Choice

I feel like taking her money AND her soul is not cool. One or the other.

I didn't choose the thug life, the thug life chose me.

Isn't this the whole meaning of life in this world: To choose between bondage to the material world and believing that your life comes from those many forces, , or to choose true life and to believe that all your needs and all your concerns come only from the one Source of All Life.

I do not believe I ever would have the courage to fight a duel. If any man should wrong me to the extent of my being willing to kill him, I would not be willing to give him the choice of weapons with which it should be done, and of the time, place and distance separating us, when I executed him.

But can I really will anything? At this moment I feel the pleasure of being stone, the sun warms me, the wind makes acceptable this adjustment of my body, I have no intention of ceasing to be a stone. Why? Because I like it. So then I too am slave to a passion, which advises me against wanting freely its opposite. However, willing, I could will. And yet I do not. How much freer am I than a stone?

Pengetahuan tidak hanya terdiri atas mengenai apa yang harus dan dapat kita lakukan, tetapi juga tahu apa yang mungkin tidak usah dilakukan (Kata Willian dalam The Name of the Rose)

He replied that when your true enemies are too strong, you have to choose weaker enemies. I reflected that this is why the simple are so called. Only the powerful always know with great clarity who their true enemies are.

Heden ten dage verstaat men onder vrijheid echter de mogelijkheid om de geloofsovertuiging en de mening te kiezen die je het meest aanstaat en die allemaal inwisselbaar zijn - en het maakt de staat niet uit of je vrijmetselaar, christen, Jood of een volgeling van de Grote Turk bent. Zo wordt men onverschillig jegens de Waarheid.

Does it make sense to choose the wrong Opportunity just to convince yourself that you would have chosen the right one—had you had the Opportunity? I

And since I wanted you to feel as pleasurable the one thing that frightens us—namely, the metaphysical shudder—I had only to choose (from among the model plots) the most metaphysical and philosophical: the detective novel.

Los simples, Adso, no pueden escoger libremente su herejía: se aferran al que predica en su tierra, al que pasa por la aldea o por la plaza.

A szabadság tehát szenvedély, a szabadság akarása viszont cselekvés, és ez a különbség közöttem és a kÅ' között. Én akarhatok.

Aut semel aut iterum medium generaliter esto

Afirmar la absoluta omnipotencia de Dios y su absoluta disponibilidad con respecto a sus propias opciones, ¿no equivale a demostrar que Dios no existe?

You mean that between desiring good and desiring evil there is a brief step, because it is always a matter of directing the will. This is true. But the difference lies in the object, and the object is clearly recognizable. God on this side, the Devil on that.

Somos nós que, diante dos opostos, acreditamos, conforme o nosso desejo, e a nossa paixão, que um deles seja o bem e o outro o mal.

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing. I

Descubrí, pues, que una novela no tiene nada que ver, en principio, con las palabras. Escribir una novela es una tarea cosmológica, como la que se cuenta en el Génesis (ya decía Woody Allen que los modelos hay que saber elegirlos).

The simple cannot choose their personal heresy, Adso; they cling to the man preaching in their land, who passes through their village or stops in their square. This is what their enemies exploit.

Dov'è che due treni che s'incrociano non ripartono entrambi dopo essere arrivati?

There comes a time when one has to make up one's mind and choose which side one is on. The catoptric universe is a reality which can give the impression of virtuality, whereas the semiotic universe is a virtuality which can give the impression of reality.

La tragedia del suicida consiste en que nada más saltar por la ventana, entre el séptimo y el sexto piso, se arrepiente: «¡Oh, si pudiese volver atrás!»

You can be obsessed by remorse all your life, not because you chose the wrong thing—you can always repent, atone—but because you never had the chance to prove to yourself that you would have chosen the right thing.

What we have to do is to judge which side stands for freedom and enlightenment and which for medievalism and superstition.