Quotes About Choice

It pleasured him to believe that we were happy, that all us stayed with him because we wanted to, not because we had to, that we didn't want to be free. I imagine that's what he told hisself to make it right.

Who chooses the schedules we keep? We do, I guess.

Sometimes life moves so fast, the road splits in an instant, and you only have a heartbeat to decide which way to turn.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean. We're always trying to persuade ourselves of things." I'm struck by the profoundness

shadow of the highest evil intermingled with the light of the highest good. Maybe all lives are filled with this. Maybe it is always a choice between embracing the darkness of one or the saving grace of the other.

A woman's past need not predict her future. She can dance to new music if she chooses. Her own music. To hear the tune, she must only stop talking. To herself, I mean.

Every decision you make in life has benefits and consequences. Sometimes you just have to go on faith, and even that comes at a price. It means you have to give up the idea that you're the one in charge

I would have lived more fully in the moment, realize how easily a perfect day can slip by unnoticed. Any day is the glory day if you choose to see the glory in it

All you need do is ask, Jennia Beth Gibbs. No sense making a thief of yourself, now is there? You keep it . . . and remember that no matter how many wrong choices we've made in the past, we can always decide to make the right ones today. The past need not determine one moment of the future.

Is my name V? No... Then why would I follow U?

One question:do you want to hang ten or BE a ten?"-Massie Block

I write horror because I enjoy it. I'm endlessly fascinated by the supernatural, by death, by darkness. And, to be honest, I don't have much choice. This is the way my mind works.

I went out to lunch today and ordered a Dr. Pepper. The waitress said, "We don't have Dr. Pepper; we have Mr. Pibb. It's the same thing." It's not the same thing at all. Dr. Pepper went to school an extra four years. He's much more qualified to be a soft drink. We don't even know if Mr. Pibb has a G.E.D.

Only you can set you free.

Instead of looking at life as a narrowing funnel, we can see it ever widening to choose the things we want to do, to take the wisdom we've learned and create something.

It doesn't matter if there are a lot of fish in the sea. Finding the ONE FISH to love for the rest of your life is difficult no matter where you swim.

I plucked the shower gel I used this morning from the grocery store shelf for no discernible reason. Why that shower gel? Was it because it had shea butter in it—do I even know what shea butter is?—or was it because it promised to make me feel younger, more refreshed, or softer to the touch? Was it because the packaging was simple and clean or was it because I was rushing through the store and just needed some G.D. shower gel?

I could have run after him. I could have asked politely for some clarification. But I didn't I knew what I preferred, and that was—I didn't want to know. Rather, I wanted to believe.

He that has his chains knocked off, and the prison doors set open to him, is perfectly at liberty, because he may either go or stay, as he best likes; though his preference be determined to stay, by the darkness of the night, or illness of the weather, or want of other lodging.

If to break loose from the bounds of reason, and to want that restraint of examination and judgment which keeps us from choosing or doing the worst, be liberty, true liberty, madmen and fools are the only freemen: but yet, I think, nobody would choose to be mad for the sake of such liberty, but he that is mad already.

It all depends whether hope is in front or behind you.

Those who set out to serve both God and Mammon soon discover that there is no God.

The dilemma of choosing our identity is an ongoing progress that forces us…to decide consciously or unconsciously the direction in which we will expend our energy.

She turned instead, and went into the house.