Quotes About Choice

From one end to another in this war, we did not recognize our actions, we were not able to vindicate their consequences. The evil was everywhere, every choice was a bad choice, and yet it was necessary to choose and we are responsible. Every heartbeat thrust us into a guiltiness that horrified us.

È vero che non sei responsabile di quello che sei, ma sei responsabile di quello che fai di ciò che sei.

Man is defined as the choices he must make. Very well. Above all else, he exists in the present moment, and beyond natural determinism; he does not define himself prior to his existence, but does so according to his individual present.

I am free. I haven't a single reason for living left.

Est-ce que c'est possible qu'on soit lâche quand on a choisi les chemins les plus dangereux ? Peut-on juger une vie sur un seul acte ?

Pilihlah, manusia yang bebas atau mengakui Tuhan sebagai sumber nilai. Bila dipilih yang terakhir manusia tersebut tidak bebas, mutlak.

I am free: there is absolutely no more reason for living, all the ones I have tried have given way and I can't imagine any more of them.

Solo los actos deciden acerca de lo que se ha querido.

No eres nada más que tu vida.

Existentialism isn't so atheistic that it wears itself out showing that God doesn't exist. Rather, it declares that even if God did exist, that would change nothing

Seuls les actes décident de ce qu'on a voulu.

Nothing new." I admire the way we can lie, putting reason on our side. Evidently, nothing new has happened, if you care to put it that way: this morning at eight-fifteen, just as I was leaving the Hotel Printania to go to the library, I wanted to and could not pick up a paper lying on the ground. This is all and it is not even an event. Yes—but, to tell the whole truth, I was deeply impressed by it: I felt I was no longer free.

Man is nothing other than what he makes of himself.

Is building n sugar really better than building on sand?

We slip into the lives that are laid out for us the way children slip into the clothes their mother lays out for them in the morning. No one decides. We don't live our lives by choice, but by default.

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel.

Why should I let anything stand in the way of life, liberty, and the pursuit of vivisection?

Mere rest was no longer enough, and I didn't think I could face the couch again anyway. So I did the only thing I could, the last pitiful choice left to me in this world of pain and dwindling options. I left the lobby and stood outside beside what had once been my room, standing in a miserable bovine stupor until forensics finally finished. Then I went in and put on a shirt, grabbed my few sad belongings, and used my phone to call a cab.

The gods of the forest have smiled upon us," I said. "Cream-filled or raspberry jelly?

As I've said, freedom is really an illusion. Anytime we think we have a real choice, it just means we haven't seen the shotgun aimed at our navel. I

I went over it all in my head, again and again, and it all added up the same way, and the only thing that really stuck out was the thought that it was all very simple, perfectly connected, coherent and logical and right, and I had no choice but to act as quickly as I could, and why should that be bothersome?

Have you ever noticed that no matter how often we all talk about freedom we never seem to have any? There were few things in the world I wanted to do less than follow my sister into the park, where a very obvious trap was set for us and, if everything went really well, the best I could hope for was having Samantha Aldovar ruin my life. If I truly had any freedom at all I would have taken Deborah's car and gone down to Calle Ocho for a palomilla steak and an Ironbeer. But

But like everything else in the world that sounds good, freedom is an illusion. And in this case, I had no more choice than a man strapped into Old Sparky who is told he's free to stay alive as long as he can when they throw the switch. I looked up at Roger the Pirate. His smile looked kind of mean all of a sudden. "Quit smirking," I told him. He didn't answer. I followed my sister and Chutsky into the park.

Give me liberty or give me death," I told him. "Death is much easier to arrange, I'm afraid," he said, shaking his head. "Maybe," I said. "But I have to do what I can.