Quotes About Choice

To be neutral in a situation of injustice is to have chosen sides already. It is to support the status quo.

forgiveness is not a choice you make for someone else; it is a choice you make for yourself.

A victim is in a position of weakness and subject to the whims of others. Heroes are people who determine their own fate and their own future. A victim had nothing to give and no choice to make. A hero has the strength and ability to be generous and forgiving and the power and freedom that come from being able to make the choice of forgiveness.

Ultimately, forgiveness is a choice we make, and the ability to forgive others comes from the recognition that we are all flawed and all human. We all have made mistakes and harmed others. We will again. We find it easier to practice forgiveness when we can recognize that the roles could have been reversed.

You cannot hold on to two things. If you use two hands to hold two things, the strength would be half. So it is best to let go of one and hold on tightly to the other.

But i must have a husband, darling. All women must have a husband.

Li Pin Chu tells them that if he could eat one dish every day for the rest of his life it would be sliced pork and egg in palm sugar. Han says he would enjoy some chicken stewed in onion yogurt sauce. Sirine thinks she might like some reheated spaghetti and meatballs- a breakfast that her mother used to make from the previous night's dinner.

Sometimes our best action result in things that are most regrettable.

This is our time. Until that time stops - for one of us, for both – it is our time. Now. Will you waste it, because you are afraid?

And you, my Sassenach? What were you born for? To be lady of a manor, or to sleep in the fields like a gypsy? To be a healer, or a don's wife, or an outlaw's lady? I was born for you, I said simply, and held out my arms to him.

At last I took one big, callused hand and slid forward so I knelt on the boards between his knees. I laid my head against his chest, and felt his breath stir my hair. I had no words, but I had made my choice. 'Whither thou goest,' I said. 'I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried.' Be it Scottish hill or southern forest. You do what you have to; I'll be there.

Between hell now, and hell later, Sassenach, he said, his speech measured and precise, I will take later, every time.

when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial?

I loved Frank...I loved him alot. But by that time, Jamie was my heart and the breath of my body. I couldn't leave him. I couldn't.

Men would eat horse droppings, if ye served them wi' butter.

I'm a man, Sassenach," he said, very softly. "If I thought there was a choice Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then I maybe couldna do it. Ye dinna need to be so brave about things if ye ken ye canna help it, aye?" He looked at me then, with a faint smile. "Like a woman in childbirth, aye? Ye must do it, and it makes no difference if you're afraid—ye'll do it. It's only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.

I chose my way when I wed ye, though I kent it not at the time. But I chose, and cannot now turn back, even if I would.' 'Would you?' I looked into his eyes as I asked, and read the answer there. He shook his head. 'Would you? For you have chosen, as much as I.

By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves.

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of it may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire," he said softly. "If it was a sin for you to choose me Ã¢â'¬Â¦ then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it." He lifted my foot and gently kissed the tip of my big

It's as though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

It's my fault, I said softly. I touched his face, the thick brows, wide mouth, and the sprouting stubble along the clean,long jaw. Mine. If I hadn't come...and told you what would happen... I felt a true sorrow for his corruption, and shared a sense of loss for the naïve, gallant lad he had been. And yet...what choice had either of us truly had, being who we were? I had had to tell him, and he had had to act on it.

We look in the mirror and see the shades of other faces looking back through the years; we see the shape of memory, standing solid in an empty doorway. By blood and by choice, we make our ghosts; we haunt ourselves. Each ghost comes unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence.

Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable.