Quotes About Choice

You may hold my tears and live as you did before, trusting your soul to no one. Or you may release my tears and accept what comes.

You could believe in God, looking at James. He looked at himself, and decided not to.

Part of her wanted to do all the normal bridely things and the other part wanted to embrace her disdain for everything of the sort.

When you love, it will hurt. You have to choose to forgive, again and again. But it's worth it. That's the crux of human relationships, Dobbs. The sweetest thing. Loving deeply. And forgiving.

always a choice, even in not choosing.

life's too short, after all, isn't it? not to do the things you want - the things that make you happy? hannah had been thinking that quite a lot t. oday

It had been said that the art of successful marriage lay in choosing the person you could live with rather than the person you couldn't live without.

If my level of happiness depends on something else changing, I'm enslaved for a lifetime. If my level of happiness depends on ME changing, I am free for-evermore!

People say a lot of things in anger," she said. "It is our choice whether or not to listen.

I know who I want to be with, and it isn't her. - Ryan

So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want...So then try (to be happy).

I don't think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Summarized) Forgiveness is a choice that presents itself to us in the form of three critical questions: 1) Can I give up the hope of a better past? 2) What is the day, the hour, the now - when I fulfill the promise to myself to let it go? 3) How will I integrate what's happened into who I choose to become in the future?

When faced with pain and evil, we have to make a choice. We can choose to be taken by the evil. Or we can try to embrace the good.

Once every so often—at the very most—I think someone actually chooses something. Otherwise we're following something—we don't even know what it is but we follow it

She came to understand that people had to decide, really, how they were going to live.

Is he going to be okay?" I said he would most certainly be okay. I emphasized this, because I did not know myself—except what choice did he have, what choice do most of us have, except to be okay?

when they both asked me "Is he going to be okay?" I said he would most certainly be okay. I emphasized this, because I did not know myself—except what choice did he have, what choice do most of us have, except to be okay?

oh, what young people did not know. They did not know that lumpy, aged, and wrinkled bodies were as needy as their own young, firm ones, that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose

She almost had no preference for any kind of book, and she had sometimes thought that odd; she had read Shakespeare and the thrillers of Sharon McDonald, and biographies of Samuel Johnson and different playwrights, silly romance novels, and also—the poets. She thought, privately, that poets just about sat on the right hand of God.

we choose gifts that we ourselves love. The

So it wasn't me that made him do this, if he did this while married to Joanne and also to Estelle? Then it wasn't because of me? I could not believe this. And I thought about what he had said the night before about choice. He may not have had any choice about this part of him. How do I know?

love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it. And if her platter had been full with the goodness of Henry and she had found it burdensome, had flicked it off crumbs at a time, it was because she had not known what one should know: that day after day was unconsciously squandered.

that love was not to be tossed away carelessly, as if it were a tart on a platter with others that got passed around again. No, if love was available, one chose it, or didn't choose it.