Quotes About Choice

The plant exercises no control, no choice in the affair of its own growth. We, though, are like a plant that can choose whether or not to expose itself to the light.

Then all my servile works were done A righteousness to raise; Now, freely chosen in the Son, I freely choose his ways.

If that woman is on the side of the angels, then I have no choice; I must be on the side of the devil.

The future was with Fate. The present was our own. ~ The Poison Belt

A forced marriage is no marriage.

I will not pretend that, if I had to choose between Communism and Nazism, I would choose Communism. I hope not to be called upon to survive in the world under a Government of either of these dispensations. I cannot feel any enthusiasm for these rival creeds. I feel unbounded sorrow and sympathy for the victims.

Sonia, there just comes a moment when you decide it's time to be happy and that is all." I had that moment in Malta, but it was good to hear it again.

The endless challenge no matter where any of us lives is to choose what we take from all that our surroundings have to offer and put it together in a way that creates our own happiness.

Every time we lobbied them for the right to choose whether or not we will have children, we acknowledged that men owned us.

This is a test, isn't it? It's like choosing out of three caskets in a fairy tale. Everyone knows the rules. You never choose the gold shiny one. Or even the quite impressive silver one. What you're supposed to do is choose the dull little lead one, and then there's a flash of light and it turns into a mountain of jewels

Take your future into your own hands. Make it happen. Life is a coloring book, but you have the pens.

I had a choice: Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts.

In the end, you have to choose whether or not to trust someone. And i do choose to trust him. I do.

I hesitate a moment. Wearing his dressing gown seems a bit cutesy. A bit Let me put on your great big manly shirt and allow the sleeves to flap endearingly around my fingers. But I have no choice.

I look along the endless line, squinting in the sunshine. I'm twenty-nine years old. I can go anywhere. Do anything. Be anyone I like. There's no rush, I say at last, and reach up to kiss him again.

The whole point about T-shirts is you choose them in the morning according to your mood, like crystals, or aromatherapy oils.

Procession For Ye Bride who Changèd Her Minde. No

I'm going to make my life work for me. I'm not going to let it whirl round like a kaleidoscope anymore. It's my life, which means I get to choose how it goes. Even if that means wrestling it to the floor and bashing it on the head and saying: Take that, life!

I want him. Desperately. Even I simultaneously know that a lot of things I might want in life are not good choices.

This is stupid. How am I supposed to predict which T-shirts I'm going to want to wear? The whole point about T-shirts is you choose them in the morning according to your mood, like crystals, or aromatherapy oils. Imagine if I woke up in the mood for my "Elvis Is Groovy" T-shirt and I didn't have it with me?

Follow my heart or don't break his. I think in the end I broke a bit of both our hearts

I can't move. I'm paralyzed in the middle of the street, like the donkey in that Aesop's fable who couldn't choose between the bales of hay. They'll find me in years to come, still frozen to the spot, clutching my credit card.

Which would you choose if you could: pleasure for yourself despite your friends or a share in their grief?

Sister - if all this is true, what could I do or undo?