Quotes About Choice

what makes a person spend time being sad when they could be happy? [...] a person can cry or laugh. always when you're crying you could be laughing, you have the choice. crazy people know how to do this best because their minds are loose. so you can take the flexibility your mind is capable of and make it work for you. you decide what you want to do and how you want to spend your time. remember, though, that I think i'm missing some chemicals.

People say that you're going the wrong way when it's simply a way of your own.

I did not design this game; I did not name the stakes. I just happen to like apples; and I am not afraid of snakes.

You have to do what your heart dictates, Vivian says. Do you believe that? Not sure, actually. It's always annoyingly inconvenient, isn't it, the thing about the heart?

It was wrong. But it was worth it.

If you didn't have a choice, you had to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let this world happen to you... he didn't see eternity. He saw this girl and this moment and this one slim chance.

Can you make yourself love? Can you make yourself loved? -Lena Kaligaris

He no longer represented someday a possibility. He represented a road not taken a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn't see it anymore.

It was probably good you couldn't flip the love switch because sometimes it was what you needed even if you didn't want it.

If you didn't have a choice, you have to make a choice. If you didn't have options, you made some. You couldn't just let the world happen to you.

You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.

She hadn't chosen the brave life. She'd chosen the small, fearful one.

They needed to grieve alone was what Tibby's dad said. Lena wondered if really there was any choice in that. Everyone grieved alone.

he occupied an alternate universe that intersected nowhere with hers. He no longer represented someday, a possibility. He represented a road not taken, a road that suddenly shot so far into the distance she couldn't see where it went anymore.

Well, this is it...I choose you...Come what may, you are what I choose.

Bridget wondered whether it all came down to the claustrophobic choice between dying beautiful or living ugly.

Lena remembered the old adage about knowing whether you'd chosen the right career by how you felt on Sunday night.

How staunchly people rationalized the things they had, even (especially) if they didn't choose them.

Relief was a poor guide if ever there was one.

lack of faith had little to do with choice. Doubt was a cancer that grew unbidden.

Pilate was required to release one of the prisoners, so he gave the mob the choice of Jesus or Barabbas, a notorious murderer and insurrectionist-in otherwords, someone who incites mobs. Again, the mob spoke with one voice demanding with loud shouts that Jesus be crucified.

Okay, fine. You won't vote for us, America? We tried this the easy way, but you give us no choice. We're going to overwhelm you with new voters from the Third World.

This is a must-read book for all those who feel they have the right to engage in any part of the debate on sex education, a woman's right to choose, or the impact of adoption." —

There are no martyrs only volunteers.