Quotes About Choice

The universe was not built on integrity. In the face of weakness, force can and will triumph. All you can do is choose who wields that force. Us or the Starflyer.

Funny how different life could be, so many things that make you take one route instead of another. If only we could live them all.

Yeah, right, so much choice there. Her mood wasn't helped by the fact she hadn't got laid this visit. Again: choices.

Sometimes you just have to make the choice—because if you're in the position to make that choice, you have the right to make it.

Nor is she yours, not any more,' Greg replied. 'No longer your little girl. She makes her own choices now.

Often to do what's right you first have to do what's wrong.

Before, it never really made any difference which candidate you voted for. Nothing was different afterward.

Sometimes you have to do what's wrong in order to do what's right.

Did you think that your feet had been bound By what gravity brings to the ground? Did you feel you were tricked By the future you picked? Well, come on down

One of the children excitedly jumped in with, "Yeah, the bad guy broke the window and …" Susie immediately reframed the narrative. "Not a bad guy. He just made a decision for his own benefit and didn't consider other people.

Do you want to attend to this book or do you want to read by yourself?" The student responded, "Read by myself.

Do you think that people determine their own lives, Smilla?" "The details," I say, "but the big things happen on their own.

Europeans need easy explanations; they will always choose a simple lie over a contradictory truth.

But put yourself in my position and think logically, and you yourself will come to the conclusion that you cannot act differently because the number of the portion that can be saved is much larger than the part that must be surrendered.

I never want to regret. 'Regret' is the ugliest word.

There's always relief in committing to a decision, even when there's no choice.

Well, I think that's sort of like Eve biting the apple. You were talking about Genesis. I think it's like that, the crow is like the serpent. He is giving the horse the awareness of choice. And with a full knowledge of choice comes a foreknowledge of death.

Missing what most of the time? The babbling faceless agora, the fame, the parties, the pop of flash bulbs? The lovers, the gaiety, the champagne? The solitude carved out of celebrity, poring over charts by a single lamp on a wide desk in a venerable hotel? Room service, coffee before dawn? The company of one friend, two? The choice: All of it or not? Some or none? Now, not now, maybe later?

I open it so he has no choice. At the crack of the top and the sound of the fizz he winces like one more Coke down, one less in the world.

Poor horse. It was leap and die or live and be haunted by the ability to choose. Which when I think about it, might be one definition of consciousness. I pitied just about everybody.

It was leap and die or live and be haunted by the ability to choose. Which when I think about it, might be one definition of consciousness. I pitied just about everybody.

This is what you left, I thought. The vindication of the choice you made to leave that night. Vindication and horror. Sometimes being right isn't all it's cracked up to be: how many times in the last few years I thought about bitter fruit, how when what you are right about is—well you can't even look at it.

I concede to my atheist opponents that belief or unbelief is a choice. As a choice, it is based upon desire. I desire, and therefore choose to believe in, one kind of universe, one that has laws and purpose with justice woven into its very fabric. The unbeliever desires, and therefore chooses to believe in, a chaotic universe where the dead remain dead and actions have no effect beyond their immediately observable consequences.

Freedom includes the freedom to be foolish, to be sick. Free choice includes the freedom to choose badly.