Quotes About Choice

Even then Katya remained blind to the fact that as an adult she had ways of escaping her dilemma, that she could have separated from her husband.

A fluid choice, the choice of fantasy, is poured out on the ground and instantly hardens; it has taken its undeniable shape.

You would think that Rosemary would understand that. She should have understood what such a choice said - that Karin was not to be made happy, amends were not possible, forgiveness was out of the question.

The only choice I make is to write about what interests me in a way that interests me, that gives me pleasure. It may not look like pleasure, because the difficulties can make me morose and distracted, but that's what it is—the pleasure of telling the story I mean to tell as wholly as I can tell it, of finding out in fact what that story is, by working around the different ways of telling it.

He said Catholics probably had an advantage, you could hedge your bets right until you were dying.

There's the intelligent sort of love that makes an intelligent choice. That's the kind you're supposed to get married on. Then there's the kind that's anything but intelligent, that's like a possession. And that's the one everybody really values." (Hard-Luck Stories)

I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. He didn't want to burn my photo or toss it away, but he didn't want to look at me anymore, either.

I was in the air around him. I was in the cold mornings he had now. I was in the quiet time he spent alone. I was the girl he had chosen to kiss. He wanted, somehow to set me free. -Susie Salmon

As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

You save yourself or you remain unsaved

My mother gave Lindsey a meaningful look. 'We are not discussing this further. You can go up to your room and wait or wait with me. Your choice.' Lindsey was dumbfounded. She stared at our mother and knew what she wanted most: to flee, to run out into the cornfield where my father was, where I was, where she felt suddenly that the heart of her family had moved. But Buckley wtood warm against her. ~pg 143; Lindsey, Buckley and Mom

Ruth had been a girl haunted and now she would be a woman haunted. First by accident and now by choice. All of it, the story of my life and death, was hers if she chose to tell it, even to one person at a time.

I explained myself like this: I did not feel adamant about saying no, but I also didn't feel adamant about saying yes, so until I felt strongly one way or another, I'd stick with no.

Kuinka tehdään täydellinen murha oli taivaassa vanha leikki. Minä valitsin aina aseeksi jääpuikon: se sulaa olemattomiin.

As she stood in the darkened room and watched my sister and father, I knew one of the things that heaven meant. I had a choice, and it was not to divide my family in my heart.

Your sordid life is your sordid life. You shouldn't live it if you don't like it.

I could not imagine my youngest standing above her soiled grandmother in the wing chair and saying, mother, let's kill her. That's the only choice.

I'm always amazed that people will actually choose to sit in front of the television and just be savaged by stuff that belittles their intelligence.

She got a right to look over the world in whatever company she choose. Just cause I love her don't take away none of her rights.

But if God love me, Celie, I don't have to do all that. Unless I want to. There's a lot of other things I can do that I speck God likes. Like what? I ast. Oh, she say. I can lay back and just admire stuff. Be happy. Have a good time.

We have had many lifetimes as human beings to learn of the many, many ways we do not wish to be.' 'But we're human,' she said 'and therefore we already are every way there is.' 'That's true,' he said 'but there is still a bit of room for choice, which is why it is worthwhile to remain in contact with your ancestors.

I treated you so mean. Like you was a servant. And all because Albert married you. And I didn't even want him for a husband,' she say. 'I never really wanted Albert for a husband. But just to choose me, you know?

Sometimes there is no good choice. Just the choice that has to be made.

In this world, you must be one thing or the other; you cannot pick and choose each tenet of your faith.