Quotes About Choice

A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after.

Women have two choices: Either she's a feminist or a masochist.

But here, two thousand miles from home, there was a real shipwreck, a real hope. A choice big enough to change our lives forever.

Vlad always told me that woulda-shoulda-coulda is a sucker's game.

He could already hear the "You haven't even given it a chance yet" lecture, one of his mother's favorites. Then his father would deliver the crowning touch with "Life is what you make it." It was a devastating combination

Are we going to order our inner worlds, our hearts, so that they will radiate influence into the outer world? Or will we neglect our private worlds and, thus, permit the outer influences to shape us? This is a choice we must make every day of our lives.

We grow through listening, aggressive listening: asking questions, watching intently what is happening around us, taking note of the good or ill consequences that befall people as a result of their choice making.

We are given our place in time as we are given our eyes: weak, strong, clear, squinting, the thing is not ours to choose. Well, this has been a squinting, walleyed time to be born in.

But a country which can be saved only by money is a lost country anyway. After all, what is the choice, really? On the one hand: catastrophic capitalism, and on the other a capital catastrophe.

Wenn Gott in seiner Rechten alle Wahrheit und in seiner Linken den einzigen immer regen Trieb nach Wahrheit, obschon mit dem Zusatze, mich immer und ewig zu irren, verschlossen hielte und spräche zu mir: wähle! Ich fiele ihm mit Demut in seine Linke und sagte: Vater gib! die reine Wahrheit ist ja doch nur für dich allein!

There is a point of no return, unremarked at the time, in most lives.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

I could have waited years, now that I knew the end of the story. I was cold and wet and very happy. I could even look with charity towards the altar and the figure dangling there. She loves us both, I thought, but if there is to be a conflict between an image and a man, I know who will win. I could put my hand on her thigh or my mouth on her breast; he was imprisoned behind the altar and couldn't move to plead his cause.

He had stylized himself--life was easier that way. He had chosen a physical mould just as writer chooses a technical form.

It is the same in life: sometimes it is more difficult to make a scene than to die.

A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment from which to look back or from which to look ahead. I say 'one chooses' with the inaccurate pride of a professional writer who — when he has been seriously noted at all — has been praised for his technical ability, but do I in fact of my own will choose that black wet January night on the Common, in 1946, the sight of Henry Miles slanting across the wide river of rain, or did these images choose me?

I wouldn't like to be cremated', she said. 'You'd prefer worms?' 'Yes, I would.

They deserved nothing less than the truth--a vacant universe and a cooling world, the right to be happy in any way they chose.

When there was a choice between love of a woman and hate of a man, her mind could cherish only one emotion, for her love might be a subject for laughter, but no one ever had ever mocked her hatred.

I wondered whether she would consent to sleep with me that night if Pyle never came, but I knew that when I had smoked four pipes I would no longer want her.

He had opened the book at random several times, seeking a sortes Virgilianae, before he chose the sentences on which his code was to be based. 'You say: I am not free. But I have lifted my hand and let it fall.' It was as if in choosing that passage, he were transmitting a signal of defiance to both the services. The last word of the message, when it was decoded by Boris or another, would read 'goodbye.

It was my bad luck that she caught me looking at my watch. I heard her voice say, 'I'm sorry. I came by bus and the traffic was bad.' I said, 'The tube's quicker.' 'I know, but I didn't want to be quick.

la simple y humilde diferencia entre lo apropiado y lo inapropiado en un momento concreto.

Men will always have to choose a lesser evil and the lesser evil may mean the state, the prison camp, yes, if you like to say it, the psychiatric hospital.