Quotes About Choice

Given a choice between discussing the symbolism of a pig head on a stick and discussing my feelings, I'll take the pig head every time.

That sounds so weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you. But killing someone is wrong, and I don't think suicide is. It's my life, right? I should be able to end it if I want to. I don't think it's a sin.

All paths cause pain, so to chose the safe over the audacious will not give you less pain, only less beauty.

That's what America's all about, man, if it's about anything. You can choose your own name.

Men are pigs, darling. I really have every sympathy for women that they actually have to choose one of these arrogant, stupid morons to settle down with and marry.

Genuine biblical Christianity does not impose itself on unwilling people at the point of a sword. If you choose to reject Jesus, you're perfectly free to do so.

Now I want you to consider: any legal adult here can do anything he wishes with the only restriction being that no one else gets hurt.

Everyone wants "freedom," she decided, but the more free one was, the more responsibility one had.

Any existence deprived of freedom is a kind of death.

It [marriage] happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

God gives us our relatives- thank God we can choose our friends.

Should I just die? The decision struck me as premature.

You really can't do anything about people's lives, I said to myself, neither friendship nor compassion nor the intelligence of the situations is of any use: people manufacture the mechanism of their own misfortune, they wind it right up and the mechanism goes on turning

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Les chiffres étaient impressionnants : plus de douze mille personnes, en France, chaque année, choisissaient de disparaître, d'abandonner leur famille et de refaire leur vie, parfois à l'autre bout du monde, parfois sans changer de ville.

But the past always seems, perhaps wrongly, to be predestined.

Obviously they had no autonomy, but as they say in English, fuck autonomy.

L'homme n'est ni ange, ni bête, et le malheur veut que qui veut faire l'ange fait la bête" [El hombre no es ni ángel ni bestia y, por desgracia, el que quiere hacerse el ángel hace el tonto].

What is life," he asked the maiden, "without love? I would rather have this one night with you than another thousand years.

The ripple effect. You throw a pebble into the water and it creates ripples. Your action was to throw the pebble—the representation of your choice. That's all that you can control. But not the ripples—those are the consequences of your choice. And that you cannot control.

Do you see why we must bind? I wore the chains for you, céadsearc, because I almost mated with you that first night… I have not taken from you because I burn for you… I wanted you to have a choice. Every day that I am near you… every day that I share your thoughts… it becomes more difficult to resist you.

I paused, deciding which story to pluck from my quiver and shoot in his direction" -Eve

away is hard to go, but no one asked me to stay

And just because I was a little more willing and a lot more able to be a parent didn't mean I was itching to become one.