Quotes About Choice

Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit

he was still my lighthouse and my albatross in equal measure; the only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying, the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving

Now, then, young lady. Which of these gentlemen will you marry? This one. She squeezed [his] arm. The vicar inspected [him] and sniffed. Doesnt look that much different from the other one. Nevertheless- she fought to remain sober-faced- this is the man I want.

The peach gown she'd chosen was the color of the sunrise, the rippling watered silk seeming to subtly change from rose to pink to nearly orange in different lights. She'd fallen in love with it at once.

Si tuvieras que elegir entre la cordura, tu vida tal como la recuerdas, antes que la verdadera inestabilidad, ¿qué elegirías como manera adecuada para vivir de un estudioso?

It was the beginning of that long bifurcation that became my life: Obey and hate yourself, survive. Disobey, redeem yourself, perish.

It was the beginning of that long bifurcation that became my life: Obey and hate yourself, survive. Disobey, redeem yourself, perish. I thought later how simply and quickly they had introduced that concept to me, as easily as breaking a little finger.

Obey and hate yourself, survive. Disobey, redeem yourself, perish.

At least he was choosing who wielded power over him. There was a wildness to the thought, a freedom, that set him alight as much as it chilled him to the core.

It is the acceptance of death that has finally allowed me to choose life.

To turn back is one kind of death; to go forward is another.

I choose you. And I'll choose you. Over and over and over. Without pause, Without a doubt, in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you.

The cat required far less attendance than a human child, which is one of the reasons why spinster ladies prefer felines to babies.

You might as well live

Submission to what people call their 'lot' is simply ignoble. If your lot makes you cry and be wretched, get rid of it and take another.

There came a moment, she imagined, in the lives of most unmarried daughters, and perhaps in other people's too, when they must either bolt or go permanently under.

There's glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will

And I envied her that she had chosen her work herself and was doing what she wanted to do. I don't suppose I had any idea what I 'wanted' and so I was chosen, not choosing. There's glory and honor in being chosen. But not much room for free will.

Happiness is a choice, you've got to work towards it

I could make it not matter.

People who have no choice are generally unhappy. But people with too many choices are almost as unhappy as those who have no choice at all.

To refuse to fight for love that is both free and responsible is in a sense to reject the possibility of love itself.

It is as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

I think there are some who live on a knife-edge in the soul, and at times are driven to hurl themselves into the air, at the mercy of heaven or hell which way to fall.