Quotes About Choice

One who binds risks getting bound in return. I will not walk that path.

Perspective,' he'd say. 'You see? The world changes according to where you stand. So choose, my children, choose and choose again, where you will make your stand …' Where

People either had strength or they didn't. The weak ones left her disgusted, welling with dark contempt. If they chose at all it was ever the wrong choice. They let the world break them time and again, then wondered – dull-eyed as this ox – why it was so cruel. But it wasn't the world that was the problem, was it? It was stepping into the stampede's path over and over again.

It's what being a soldier is all about. That is what I have seen since we found them. You do not choose your family, and sometimes there's trouble in that family, but you don't choose.' 'But they did. They chose to be soldiers.' 'And then they come face to face with death, Saddic. That is the blood tie, and it makes a knot not even dying can cut.

A weapon does not decide whether or not to kill. A weapon is a manifestation of a decision that has already been made.

You don't choose what to believe. Belief chooses you.

The choices she's made have left her without choice.

The choices she's made have left her without choice. There's

A lack of "external" objective meaning may be unsatisfying to many—caught forever in endless cycles of relativism, a morass of unbearable responsibility for our own meaning and purpose, and perhaps ultimately for that of the universe. But it looks like choice is inescapable. And while choice can sometimes be oppressive and debilitating, it is also liberating and empowering[.]

The decision to carry your cross is the one you must make. If you decide not to decide, that is a decision not to follow Christ.

To uncover the plot of your story, don't ask what should happen, but what should go wrong. To uncover the meaning of your story, don't ask what the theme is, but rather, what is discovered. Characters making choices to resolve tension—that's your plot. If your protagonist has no goal, makes no choices, has no struggle to overcome, you have no plot.

Freedom, if it emerges like magic from consciousness (like the conjuring of consciousness itself!) seems best recognized in the choices made for love.

The dead have the easy road: they know the way, because that decision has already been made for them. Only the living are lost.

In the end, he told himself some days, there is only what is done and what is not done. That is a life, that is what remains behind... It did not matter what sort of men or women they had been in life... his inner self would be lost to time, as he himself would be lost.

I kept secrets from you. I let you believe a lie. I am an impious son. But I made my choice, as C(aesar) did, and once the Rubicon is crossed, there can be no turning back (Meto, Caesar's scribe, to his father Gordianus the Finder)

One of the rewards of success is freedom, the ability to do whatever you like.

Success always necessitates a degree of ruthlessness. Given the choice of friendship or success, I'd probably choose success.

She had sacrificed a potential relationship for the sake of a dream that could never be real.

He was a beautiful man, Tatrini thought, an enigmatic stranger. For a brief moment, she imagined how it might be if Almorante was allowed to be emperor. It was as if the future breathed on her neck. In another world, they would not be marching on Old Caradore now. In that world, Palindrake would be at Almorante's side. But we are not in that world, Tatrini told herself. We are in this one and I have made it to my liking.

Othman admired the boy's saintly composure, his innocent dignity. He knew he had made the right choice.

You chose the wrong path, Wilfish. You could have been with me, which we both know is what you truly desired.

We have to take him soon, Ninka, or rather I do.

I want you, Daniel, to be with me. Taste the fatal apple; I have held it for eternity. It is humanity's curse, but if you want the knowledge, you can't avoid plucking the forbidden fruit.

Beth asked me to choose a soul to sup, and I picked a radiant bloom, one whose eyes had followed us across the room, one who wanted us to have him.