Quotes About Choice

You still have," I looked at my watch, "twelve seconds to change your mind. Find someone else and save your reputation." One side of his lip cricked up. "I found you. I'll take my chances.

You will break God's heart if you throw His gift away." God has a heart? That's news to me.

All good men are happy when they choose to be their own authors. Those who choose to have others edit their pathways, must live on the edge of another man's sword.

luxury means little when there's no real freedom in the world

Bobby squealed with delight. "I'll take a norange one and a labbender one," he said happily. "Labbender is sometimes almost always my very favrit color.

Whaddya think, luv, Lair of the White Worm, Evil Dead II, or Night of the God King: The Return?

But this is useless speculation, anyway: we can't decide that one thing happening control everything else in out life. Every choice is the result of other choices, which are a result of choices before that. We can't control what bodies we're born with or how people treat us because of them. Maybe the world is similarly out of our control. Small forces, large ones, one choice leading to another, a machine of causation beyond understand.

Maybe this is what men are like, or maybe this is how the two of them have chosen to be. Maybe they can choose to be different.

Your actions are your own. Your choices are your own. Each of us carries a burden of guilt for decisions made or not made. You can let that rule your whole life or you can put it behind you and move on. Only a madman lets jealousy determine the course of his existence. Only a weak man blames others for his own errors.

I have quite a robust relationship with regret. You simply don't know what the alternative would have been.

Ti aspettavo. Ma hai tardato molto. Io? Ma si, tu. Non puoi cambiare donna di un solo amore! E preferisci ancora, vero, come la falena, morire vicino alle fiaccola che vivere nel buio? Metà del tuo cuore è qui. Chi dunque può vivere con un sola metà del cuore? Nel libro Catherine e il tempo di amare

I've never thought of my characters as being sad. On the contrary, they are full of life. They didn't choose tragedy. Tragedy chose them.

Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto.

Cómo si se pudiera elegir en el amor. Cómo si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio... Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto

Del sí al no, ¿cuántos quizá?

Happy are those who choose, those who accept being chosen, the handsome heroes, the handsome saints, the perfect escapists.

Felices los que eligen, los que aceptan ser elegidos, los hermosos héroes, los hermosos santos, los escapistas perfectos.

El mundo ya no importa si uno no tiene fuerzas para seguir eligiendo algo verdadero

Inventamos nuestro incendio, ardemos de dentro afuera, quizá eso sea la elección...

La falta de experiencia es inevitable, si leo a Joyce estoy sacrificando automáticamente otro libro y viceversa, etc.

Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio.

como casi siempre, cerrar los ojos y volverse atrás, al mundo algodonoso de cualquier otra noche escogida atentamente de entre la baraja abierta.

Lo que mucha gente llama amor consiste en elegir a una mujer y casarse con ella. La eligen, te lo juro, los he visto. Como si se pudiese elegir en el amor, como si no fuera un rayo que te parte los huesos y te deja estaqueado en la mitad del patio. Vos dirás que la eligen porque-la-aman, yo creo que es al revés. A Beatriz no se la elige, a Julieta no se la elige. Vos no elegís la lluvia que te va a calar hasta los huesos cuando salís de un concierto

La melancolía de una vida demasiado corta para tantas bibliotecas, etc. La falta de experiencia es inevitable, si leo a Joyce estoy sacrificando automáticamente otro libro y viceversa