Quotes About Choice

The dream chooses the dreamer, not the other way around

I would have chosen you, if they had let me choose.

Perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

I'm starting to question our choice of life skills," she whispered to him. "I know. Why aren't we samurai?" "Let's be samurai," she said.

The choice I mean is to protect our own innocents from the seraphim, instead of slaughtering theirs." "There are no innocent seraphim, said the wolf." "That's what they say when they kill our children.

Karou wasn't a prize to win; that wasn't why he was here. She was a woman and would choose her own life. He was here to do what he could, whatever he could, that she might have a life to choose, one day. Whoever and whatever that included was her own affair.

Many a choice is made this way: By pretending it makes itself.

War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you really know.

The world was carnage. You either suffered it or inflicted it.

You should have seen them, Thyon said. "It was surreal." As an afterthought, he added, "Though I can't believe none of them rode the dragon." "I know!" said Ruza. "What was Azareen's thinking, choosing a winged horse when she could have a dragon?" "I don't think she was really focused on which creature was best," said Tzara. "You shouldn't have to focus on it," said Ruza. "It's instinctive. Dragons are always best.

Or...perhaps Fate laid out your life for you like a dress on a bed, and you could either wear it or go naked.

Many a choice is made in this way: by pretending it makes itself. And many a fate is decided by those who cannot decide.

Life is your master, or death is.

Alas. I am not an option.

It wasn't even an alternate version of his life. He hadn't gone back in time and done everything differently to get to this place. It turned out that sometimes it's enough to start doing things differently now.

Karou enjoyed the idea that you could "believe what you want," as though reality were a buffet line. If only. Triple helpings of cake, please.

Just because the power is mine, it doesn't follow that all the choices are.

O… quizás el Destino se presentara en la vida como un vestido colocado sobre una cama, y uno pudiera elegir si ponérselo o ir desnudo.

Thyon, earthbound, felt every choice he'd made, every action he'd taken as a weight he carried with him. He wondered: Was it weight he could shed or throw off, or what it forever part of him, as much as his bones or his hearts?

To eat or not to eat, that is the question: whether 'tis Nobler in the stomach to suffer the Slings and Arrows of outrageous Hunger (while keeping mouthparts in pristine kissing condition) or to take Spoon against Slice of cake, and-- "Yes, please," my stomach pipes up.

Tenemos tantos enemigos. La mayoría de ellos son ineludibles, los heredamos como una obligación, pero los que nos buscamos nosotros mismos son especiales. Deberíamos elegirlos con cuidado.

Tal vez todos queramos, pero algunos somos dueños de nuestros deseos, mientras que otros son esclavos...

Lazlo's chances came without warning, and when they did, he didn't dither, and he didn't stop to pack.

If there were such a goddess in a book of olden tales, she would be the villain, tormenting the innocent from her high castle. The people of Weep were innocent—most of them—and she did torment them, but… what choice did she have?