Quotes About Choice

A existat o alt? via?? pe care a? fi avut-o, dar o am pe aceasta...

The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services.

The hard reality is, surely, that for the likes of you and I, there is little choice other than to leave our fate, ultimately, in the hands of those great gentlemen at the hub of this world who employ our services. What is the point in worrying oneself too much about what one could or could not have done to control the course one's life took?

És legalább az a kiváltsága megvolt, hogy élete végén elmondhatta: a saját hibáit követte el. (…) Megválasztotta, hogy milyen úton járjon az életben, s kiderült, hogy rosszul választott. Ami viszont engem illet, hát még ezt sem mondhatom el.

There was another life that i might have had, but i am having this one...

His lordship was a courageous man. He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted. I trusted in his lordship's wisdom. All those years I served him, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really – one has to ask oneself – what dignity is there in that?

Until recently, I didn't think that humans could choose loneliness.

He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted. I trusted in his lordship's wisdom. All those years I served him, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really –one has to ask oneself –what dignity is there in that?

I'm surprised someone would desire so much a path that would leave her in loneliness. Until recently, I didn't think that humans could choose loneliness. That there were sometimes forces more powerful than the wish to avoid loneliness.

He chose a certain path in life, it proved to be a misguided one, but there, he chose it, he can say that at least. As for myself, I cannot even claim that. You see, I trusted! All those years, I trusted I was doing something worthwhile. I can't even say I made my own mistakes. Really -one has to ask- what dignity is there in that?

Because I don't want you coming against your will. That wouldn't be fair. I really want you to come, but if you said, Josie, I don't want to, then I'd say to Mom, okay, we can't have her, no way. But you do want to come, right?

Who do you suppose decided that the birds are free? Even if they can fly the skies unless they have a destination and a branch upon which to perch and rest their wings they might even come to resent having those wings. True freedom... true freedom may be having somewhere to return to.

You can choose to die. You can choose to run... but dying alone won't change a thing. Trust me on that one. If you really want things to change... you're going to have to live.

Why would anyone want to turn back time? There is no meaning in regret, no point in thinking about thing I could have done. Because there is no guarantee that any decision is the right one.

It's a road! I patted his back. It's a lovely road. Now which way do we go? Corey looked one way, the brown ribbon extending into emptiness. He looked the other way, saw the same thing and his shoulders slumped. Damn.

Making me choose? Darling, we live with the guy. We share a house, bank accounts, even vacations. We're never alone and I've never heard you utter one word of complaint. You have never asked me to choose, and you have no idea how grateful I am for that, because if I ever had to pick, it would be you, no matter what that meant for the Pack.

So consider your options, make your choice and call me home.

It's so easy to screw up. To make a choice that seems right. Then time passes and you look back and you say, 'How the hell did I do that?' Attitudes change. Insights change. Eventually things you were so damned sure were right become...incomprehensible.

Maybe I'm being selfish, but I choose you. He leaned over, lips brushing mine as he whispered, I always choose you.

Mr. Walsh?" a woman's voice said. "Can I get a comment, Mr. Walsh?" "That's not about me, is it?" I said. "No, my client. He's on trial for killing his business partner and dissolving him in quicklime. Which is ridiculous." "Uh-huh." "It is. Anyone in my client's line of work knows that quicklime is a very poor solvent. Chemical hydrolysis is the method of choice these days.

The hounds will come to Cainsville and when they do, you'll wish you made a very different choice today

Don't apologize. I wasn't- Not in words, but it was clear from your tone. Apology suggests that you are keeping me from doing what I need to do, which implies I am somehow powerless to do otherwise. It's a choice, Olivia.

My life is a train rushing past, and I am just standing there, acting as if I have no choice but to watch and grieve its passing.

Sometimes doing the right thing was not nearly as easy as one might think. Which was perhaps why people did the wrong things so often.