Quotes About Choice

Well, my mother told me I'd be some lassie's choice one fine day." He reached down a hand and helped me up. "I told her," he continued, "that I thought it was the man's part to choose." "And what did she say to that?" I asked. "She rolled her eyes and said 'You'll find out, my fine wee cockerel, you'll find out.' " He laughed. "And so I have.

knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary.

Still, when had the right to live as one wished ever been considered trivial? Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

Mmphm," he said. "Hell of a choice, there. A stick up the cock, or a finger up the backside, eh?

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

Well, the Church does teach that self-abuse is a sin, but my father said he thought that if it came to a choice between abusin' yourself or some poor woman, a decent man might choose to make the sacrifice.

Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable. And yet you could not have acted otherwise.

therefore you have little guidance other than your own conscience and the hand of God. I cannot tell you what you should do, or not do.

When I asked my Da how ye knew which was the right women, he told me when the time came, I'd have no doubt. And I didn't. When I woke in the dark under that fruit tree on the road to Leoch with you sitting on my chest, cursing me for bleeding to death, I said to myself, Jamie Fraser, for all ye canna see what she looks like, and for all she weighs as much as a good draft horse, this is the woman.

You have free choice; so have all the others in this world. And history, I believe, is a cumulation of all those actions. Some individuals are chosen by God to affect the destinies of many. Perhaps you are one of those. Perhaps not. I do not know why you are here. You do not know. It is likely that neither of us will ever know. Sometimes I don't even know why I am here! - Father Anselm

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

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.

What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he I didn't have the strength, myself.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he said, I didn't have the strength, myself.

war. And I thought that whether it was choice or no choice, it might be that it came to the same thing in the end. Jamie's hand still lay on mine. It tightened a little, and I glanced at him, but his eyes were still fixed somewhere past the dooryard; past the mountains, and the distant clouds. His grip tightened further, and I felt the edges of my ring press into my flesh. "When

There's nothing here for ye! Nothing save danger." "Is there really nothing here for me?" I had asked. Too honorable to speak, he had answered nonetheless, and I had made my choice.

I lifted the pistol a little

I suppose I am asking whether you believe in fate," Lord John went on. The ghost of a smile wavered on his face. "You, of all people, would seem best suited to say.

Don't tell me you didn't think of that when you decided to come here.

I'm honest enough to say that I dinna care what the right and wrong of hit may be, so long as you are here wi' me, Claire, he said softly. If it was a sin for you to choose me... then I would go to the Devil himself and bless him for tempting ye to it.

No, there were differences. However unknown my future, it would be shared, and the bond between my man and me went much deeper than the flesh. Beyond all this was the one great difference, though—I had chosen to be there.

As though, knowing that everything is possible, suddenly nothing is necessary

A STATE OF CONFLICT September 10, 1777 John Grey found himself wondering how many horns a dilemma could have.