Quotes About Choice

Money can't buy happiness, but it can buy you the kind of misery you prefer.

Religion is being locked in and you can't get out; atheism, the other side of the door.

Better dead sure than sure dead.

If the shoe fits, buy it in every color!

A nonsmoker is forced to find food, but for a smoker breakfast can be a cigarette and a cup of bad coffee.

The aging chose the years of their youth, yet the young, who were not even born then, would have to live in those years. There was a certain injustice in that - choosing the time the next generation would live in. As happens in all elections, actually.

It is open to every man to choose the direction of his striving," he explained, "and every man may take comfort from the fine saying that the search for truth is more precious than its possession."70

If God were to hold all Truth concealed in his right hand, and in his left only the steady and diligent drive for Truth, albeit with the proviso that I would always and forever err in the process, and to offer me the choice, I would with all humility take the left hand.

If you dont like life, move! Your not a tree!

What would you like, black or green?" "Green, please. It has an earthier taste." "What is you name?" "Leila. It means 'evening,' but I would rather have a morning name. I was at the other party, but I like your party better." "I see. Cup or mug?" "Cup, please. The best china. Gold-rimmed, no flowers. No cracks or chips. It's okay. I don't break things.

various identity struggles... have also had a shadow side in the sense that they have encouraged us to think of ourselves more as determined than as self-determining, more of victims of 'isms' (racism, sexism, capitalism, ableism) than as human beings who have the power of choice.

only you really know yourself and only you can really make your decisions.

The tickets might be returned perhaps, but where would she go?

Was it just that the right man hadn't come along? Or did I simply not want to get married? The truth was probably a combination of the two. I hadn't yet met a man who interested me for any extended period of time, nor had I met one who seemed to offer a life that could be any more enjoyable than the one I was leading on my own. The problem was that married life seemed to me likely to be a lot less enjoyable than the one I'd built for myself.

plot, the absolute line between two points which I've always despised. Not for literary reasons, but because it takes all hope away. Everyone, real or invented, deserves the open destiny of life.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Rationally speaking, blaming one's behavior on alcohol or drugs is like blaming the ladder by which you descended into a pit, or the staircase that took you down to a cellar, for what you found there.

But there are times in life when a door opens and you are offered a glimpse of the light on the water, and you know that if you don't take it, that door slams shut, and maybe forever. Maybe you fool yourself into thinking that you had a choice at all; maybe you were always going to say yes. Maybe refusing was no more a choice than is holding your breath. You were always going to breathe. You were always going to say yes.

You fuss too much over making the "right" choice Gaius. All we need do is make a good choice, see it through, and accept the consequences.

I always say I'd rather be miserable by myself than unhappy in a relationship.

Life goes on. It doesn't go on. Yes, yes, I know, all we want in the end, we living, breathing creatures (am I still one of them?) is life. All we want to believe in is the persistence and vitality of life. Faced with the choice between death and the merest hint of life, what scrap, what token wouldn't we cling to in order to keep that belief? A leaf? A single moist, green leaf? That will do, that will be enough.

What job do you want to do? And I see them all hanging up before me, like clothes on a rack, all the jobs, tinker, tailor, soldier, and you have to pick one and then you have to pretend for the rest of your life that that's what you are. So they aint no different really from accidents of birth. I didn't know that phrase then but I learnt it later. It's a good phrase...

Life is what we make it, always has been, always will be.

Your head's like mine, like all our heads; big enough to contain every god and devil there ever was. Big enough to hold the weight of oceans and the turning stars. Whole universes fit in there! But what do we choose to keep in this miraculous cabinet? Little broken things, sad trinkets that we play with over and over. The world turns our key and we play the same little tune again and again and we think that tune's all we are.