Quotes About Choice

I saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and I could do anything I wanted.

If you want your own way, God will let you have it. Hell is the enjoyment of one's own way forever.

Let us decide on the route that we wish to take to pass our life, and attempt to sow that route with flowers.

Words kill, words give life; they're either poison or fruit--- YOU choose.

I choose to live, not just exist.

You have to decide if you're going to wilt like a daisy or if you're just going to go forward and live the life that you've been granted.

Life is to live it, not to let it live you.

If I cannot give consent to my own death, whose body is this? Who owns my life?

Life is a constant oscillation between the sharp horns of dilemmas.

You either learn your way towards writing your own script in life, or you unwittingly become an actor in someone else's script.

In life one must decide whether to conjugate the verb to have or the verb to be.

You always have two choices: your commitment versus your fear.

Forget what life used to be, you are what you choose to be. It's whatever it is you see that life will become.

In life you don't regret the things you do, you regret the things you don't do.

Nobody else can destroy you except you; nobody else can save you except you. You are the Judas and you are the Jesus.

Life is going by. Don't waste a minute being negative, offended, or bitter. Choose to be happy.

This is as true in everyday life as it is in battle: we are given one life and the decision is ours whether to wait for circumstances to make up our mind, or whether to act, and in acting, to live.

If you are not consciously directing your life, you will lose your footing and circumstances will decide for you.

Life itself is a privilege, but to live life to the fullest- well, that is a choice.

Each one of us has both; good and evil virtues. Those who decide to focus on the good ones succeed in life.

Per il momento voglio crederti. Voglio crederti perché in realtà non ho scelta. Non ho una teoria migliore.

What could she do? Nothing. Nor did she want to. There was a choice in not making a choice. She released the sphere, let it hover there in the air.

What, if anything, might have made a difference, or if it was always going to happen like this. In this universe. On this day.

You prefer this place, you really do, don't you?