Quotes About Choice

Why does anybody tell a story? It does indeed have something to do with faith. Faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.

We cannot always cry at the right time and who is to say which time is right?

Oh, why must you make me look at unpleasant things when there are so many delightful ones to see?" Again Mrs Which's voice reverberated through the cave. "Therre willl nno llonggerr bee sso many y pplleasanntt thinggss tto llookk att iff rressponssible ppeoplle ddo nnott ddo ssomethingg abboutt thee unnppleassanntt oness.

It is the ability to choose which makes us human.

Perhaps one of the most compelling and moving descriptions of that internal battle comes near the end of the book, when Mrs Whatsit tells the children that life, with its rules, its obligations, and its freedoms, is like a sonnet: "You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself. What you say is completely up to you.

The stars do not foretell, because what has not happened must be free to happen, as it will.

Life...is like a sonnet: You're given the form, but you have to write the sonnet yourself.

Finally I scrawled at the bottom of the epistle that I truly feared for this woman. We find what we are looking for. If we are looking for life and love and openness and growth, we are likely to find them. If we are looking for witchcraft and evil, we'll likely find them, and we may get taken over by them.

No. You can't go back to Patrick. It's possible that you can go forward to him, but only you can know that. If you tried to go back then you'd only have to leave all over again. Nothing can ever be repeated. Ever.

We do wrong, with all the best will in the world. And sometimes we do right without even knowing it.

I think this is one of the situations where there is no right choice. We have to pray that we make the choice that is the least wrong.

Power is what Satan offers us, whereas God keeps pointing out that we serve el best in our weakness, so that we can acknowledge that it is the Creator choosing to work through us, his fragile creatures. It is God who has made us, and not we ourselves. But because we enjoy feeling powerful, we accept Satan's offers.

When a character wants to do one thing and I want him to do another, the character is usually right.

Happiness, he said, warming his hands around a fresh cup of coffee, is a choice. "You have to brew it in yourself. Even from a lump of food, we choose each grain to suit our need. Likewise, in the philosophical manner, we choose to be who we are.

Ä°nsanlar kendi uÄŸraÅŸlar?n? kendileri seçmeli, kendi y?ld?zlar?n?n peÅŸinden gitmeli.

125. Of course, you could just take off the blindfold and say, 'I think this game is stupid and I'm not playing it anymore.' And it must also be admitted that hitting the wall or wandering off in the wrong direction or tearing off the blindfold is as much a part of the game as is pinning the tail on the donkey.

I don't believe in fate. I don't believe in cushioning your insecurities with a system of belief that tells you 'Don't worry. This may be your life but you're not in control. There is something or someone looking out for you -- it's already organised.' It's all chance and choice, which is far more frightening.

The first consideration is sunlight. Roses need at least six hours each day for vigorous, healthy growth. If you have a choice between morning and afternoon

The very same stimulus that is sometimes painfully aversive—loud music, for example—can actually be enjoyed when it is chosen and the volume can be controlled or when sensory experience is not being felt as overwhelming.

Drug taking starts as a rational, conscious choice and through repetition becomes an automatic, unconsciously motivated behavior. Addicted

Maybe the Fates snipped with their scissors when they wanted to snip.

Jump right in, or wade in slowly. Advantage to one, it's over quickly. Advantage to the other, it isn't.

Treece quite seriously divided the world into writers, who led life as a conscious effort, and people, and people who didn't; sometimes he preferred writers and sometimes he preferred people.

but you drank your black coffee by choice, believeng that Paris was sufficient alcohol.