Quotes About Choice

I say these words before the body of Redtail, so that his spirit may hear and approve my choice. Lionheart will be the new deputy of ThunderClan.

I give you a life for clear sight," she meowed. "Brokentail, know yourself and your destiny, but know too that destiny can be changed if you choose the right path.

Because I liked your mother too much. But a blind rabbit could have seen that Brambleclaw was the cat she liked best, even though they spent most of their time arguing.

Power is neither good or evil, it just depends on how you choose to use it.-Rock, cats of the clans

It's your choice to make, Kallik. I made my choice when I left my homeland. My home is with you now. Wherever we go.

She couldn't figure out whether he really wanted to be with Daisy, or whether he still loved Brightheart and was just being a mouse-brained tom.

He only wanted to be with her. Why couldn't he simply decide to leave SkyClan?

Every journey begins with a single pawstep, and this one is up to us.

We must face our destiny. Our destiny is the path we must follow." -Cinderpelt

Fireheart had been so eager to prove to the Clan that kittypets were as good as forestborn cats, he hadn't even considered that Cloudpaw might prefer life with the Twolegs. Fireheart loved his life in the forest, but he had chosen it for himself. Only now did it occur to him that Cloudpaw had been given to the Clan by his mother, passed along as a kit before he was old enough to make his own decision.

but we do not interfere. If we did, would you truly be free?

Cinderheart gasped. Then her pelt smoothed. She lifted her chin. "Then I choose the life of a warrior." Her blue eyes shone. "And I choose you.

Willowpelt agrees with young Graystripe," Bluestar declared. "A thaw is on the way." Graystripe lifted his chin and flashed a defiant look at Fireheart, but Fireheart didn't care. Bluestar was going to call off the raid! Now Graystripe wouldn't have to choose between his Clan and Silverstream, and Fireheart wouldn't have to join a raiding party against a Clan he knew was already suffering.

This is your destiny, whether you want it or not. You have no choice but to follow it. Every Clan's destiny depends on you, though they don't know it yet. But they will. And there will come a time when they will listen to you and you alone. I can tell you this, but it's up to you to earn their respect.

When Firestar left to rediscover SkyClan, Spottedleaf knew she had lost him to Sandstorm. In her heart, she understood that the young she-cat was a far better choice, able to walk side by side with Firestar

This is your decision, Fireheart. No cat can make it for you.

Just remember this: power is neither good nor bad, but its user makes it so.

Really?" Stemleaf looked surprised. "Spotfur was the brightest part of my life." He gazed ahead thoughtfully. "Since I died, I've been surer of that than ever. I know it was easy for us to be together, but I think that if she'd belonged to another Clan, I would have chosen her." Bristlefrost blinked at him, surprised. "You'd have given up ThunderClan?" He shrugged. "Clans have many warriors, but you only love one cat.

Then why does any cat follow Scourge?" he burst out. "Some of them enjoy killing." Barley's tone was cold and his eyes were bleak, staring at something Firestar could not see. "And others are too scared to do anything else. You can't lead your own life in Twolegplace if you're not a kittypet with a Twoleg nest to go to. Either you're with Scourge or against him, and cats who are against him don't last long.

choose my own destiny. Nothing can stop me—not even StarClan.

One place suits on person, another place suits another person. For my part, I prefer to live in the country, like Timmy Willie.

Si quiere rechazar la maternidad, ¡qué mejor! Los hijos nos encadenan.

Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?

But in most places, the new global diet has involved a narrowing down of what people eat. Our world contains around seven thousand edible crops, yet 95 per cent of what we eat comes from just thirty of those crops. As omnivores, humans are designed to eat a varied diet, so there's something strange and wrong when, as a species, we become so limited in our choice of foods