Quotes About Choice

A photograph is the best split-second decision one can make!

Each choice strengthens the magic you bring to the world, either for good or for evil. Those choices are yours alone.~Mab Atkinson

You can't control the past, but you can control where you go next.

Take the road less traveled...there's less traffic!!!

You have two choices: To live an unconscious life, or to be conscious of your magnificence.

When you could do anything, what you decide to do is important.

Hell is a consequence of one's own free choice. It would not exist if free choice did not exist or, better, if free choice were not used badly. It is not imposed arbitrarily from the outside by pitiless gods but grows logically from inside a human soul. It is the result of someone's making himself what he wants to be, not what God wants him to be.

You are connected to everything, and the creative power of the Universe is you; never feel separate from it. You have the choice of how you want to live today. You are not defined by your past or by things that may have happened to you in the past. Without those experiences, you wouldn't be who you are today. Sometimes you can't have what is in front of you if you're not willing to let go of what's behind you.

Sure, there are going to be challenges, but if you look upon them as things you've chosen for yourself to conquer, instead of things done to you to make you miserable, it makes the experience much more tranquil.

There is no right or wrong answer for everyone, but there is a right and wrong answer for you. Only you know what would make you truly happy, and you can make the decision easier for yourself by "following your heart.

As a spirit having a human experience, you can choose to not merely exist but to be fully conscious and aware of living in a limited world. When you take a conscious part in life and its multitudes of choices, you won't let life happen to you - you will make life happen for you.

After Jesus, the next group of people with the most innocent blood are the millions of unborn babies who were aborted with never even a chance at life, much less the chance to make a choice between good or evil. Leviticus 17:11 says that life is in the blood. And innocent shed blood cries out to God. What kind of cry do you think the blood of 44 million innocent babies aborted in the womb makes? What does that sound like to God?

Ze glimlachte naar hem. "Op momenten zoals deze krijg je maar één kans.

Each action of each of us, each decision to pursue one course rather than another, changes or rather "produces" the future. By

But nothing external to God can possibly constrain him. If he chooses to restore a broken universe, it is because he "wants" to, because, for example, he loves it and wants the best for it. But he is free to do as he wills, and his character (Who He Is) controls his will.

Step on my toe. Must I curse? I may. Must I forgive you? I may. Must I yell? I may. Must I smile? I may. What I do will reflect my character, but it is "I" who will act and not just react like a bell ringing when a button is pushed.

Two wolves and a sheep voting on what to have for lunch may be an example of democracy, but it hardly serves as an enduring model of liberty.

If religion is true, one must believe. And if one chooses not to believe, one's choice is marked under the category of a refusal, and is thus never really free: it has the duress of a recoil." With literary belief, however, "one is always free to choose not to believe." This, Wood argues, is the freedom of literature; it is what constitutes its "reality.

Freedom is being able to live with the consequences of your decisions.

What if I start making art again? What if I just did that? That is the thing I love, that is the thing I miss the most. For so long I have believed I could never catch up, but now I realize there's nothing to catch up to, there's only what I choose to make. There's still time, I think. I have so much time left.

But I cry anyway because it was a path I could have taken and didn't. I cry for the lost idea, the lost concept. Sometimes I cry, too, for who I was as an artist and what my life could have been like if only I had kept going. I weep for my lost identities. I weep for my possibilities.

For so long I have believed I could never catch up, but now I realize there's nothing to catch up to, there's only what I choose to make. There's still time, I think. I have so much time left.

Then she calls me and she's crying and we talk for a while about her marriage and while I am sad that my friend is sad, it makes me happier than ever that I've never been married and never will be, because marriage sounds like a goddamn job, and why would I want another one of those?

I knew that were I ever to emerge from my darkness to seek a more excellent way of living...this must be my first step: to choose to forgive. It was a dangerous and desperate step, but how I yearned for the respite it could afford - if indeed there were any respite to be had. p 233