Quotes About Choice

Sino sabes a dónde vas, cualquier camino te llevará allí

Would you like an adventure now or shall we have tea first?

If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.

It's easy to fall away from the church, no matter the closeness to it in times past. I have done it. So have you. Grown people can do as they please. The 10:30 Sunday morning movie is even an excuse I use. So are Saturday nights that should have ended a lot earlier.

What happens if your choice is misguided?' I ask, softly. Miss Moore takes a pear from the bowl and offers us the grapes to devour. 'You must try to correct it.' 'But what if it's too late? What if you can't?' There's a sad sympathy in Miss Moore's catlike eyes as she regards my painting again. She paints the thinnest sliver of shadow along the bottom of the apple, bringing it fully to life. 'Then you must find a way to live with it.

I wish to live for myself. I should never want to be trapped.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We're each of us our own...bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We've got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there's an awful lot of gray to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

But...you could have whatever you wished. Exactly, he says, nuzzling my neck. But, I say, you could turn stones to rubies or ride in a fine gentleman's carriage. Kartik puts his hands on either side of my face. To each his own magic, he says and kisses me again.

Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent. Yes, I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.

It isn't that we do what we want. It's that we're allowed to want at all.

How do people stay in love, anyway? Is it a choice? Or is it like those plants we studied in biology that mutate into something new and totally different but are still part of the same plant family?

Perhaps this is how girls fall -- not in some crime of enchantment at the hands of a wicked ne'er-do-well, a grand before and after in which they are innocent victims who have no say in the matter. Perhaps they simply are kissed and want to kiss back. Perhaps they even kiss first. And why should they not?

Things aren't good or bad in and of themselves. It's what we do with them that makes them so.

I changed my mind. I don't want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker." "There are people who do that," Duff said. He'd barely sipped his rum. "Really? What do you call them?" "Alcoholics.

What happens if your choice is misguided, You must try to correct it But what if it's too late? What if you can't? Then you must find a way to live with it.

Did you hear? You are free. Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

There are no wrong decisions ? only different ones.

There's an -or- in -whore- because you always have a choice to respect your body and say no.

People want to be safe, not free.

But forgiveness...I'll hold on to that fragile slice of hope and keep it close, remembering that in each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice.

What if I choose the dream instead?

Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

I'm tired of everyone deciding what's for my own good!