Best 1223 quotes in «choice quotes» category

Isn't it only fair that I should get to choose how I'll die? I wouldn't die like my father did, passive and quiet while the cancer ate him alive. At least my mother did things her own way. I'd never thought to admire her before for that. At least she had guts. At least she took matters into her own hands.

Isn't the human body a miracle

Stay where I am? Jesus Christ, what choice do I have? This house is twenty-five hundred square feet of tomb. I'm not alive. I'm buried alive.

Swept away was a fortuitous choice of words: it made her mad. She’d been swept away once—she’d let herself be, hoped and desired to be; that’s how it always went in romantic stories. She’d never be that passive again. It was far, far better to choose,

Is your life story the truth? Yes, the chronological events are true. Is it the whole truth? No, you see and judge it through your conditioned eyes and mind - not of all involved - nor do you see the entire overview. Is it nothing but the truth? No, you select, share, delete, distort, subtract, assume and add what you want, need and choose to.

It almost doesn’t matter what is real or unreal. It really matters what we choose to believe.

It didn't came out from nowhere... it was just your choice. So the difference between this and this is your choice!

It does not matter where you are—from this very moment on you choose the direction of your life.

I think the idea is that every person has to live for his or her own life and then make the choice to share it with other people. You can't just sit there and put everybody's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love.

It is a choice, and therefore within the province of economics.

It is a choice I’ve made, yet it is also a choice made with few other options available.

It is always better to try and fail than not to try.

It is easier for small children to obey rules than making choices for themselves. In fact this doesn’t change when one grows up. -Red White Love: The Love of Liverpool FC

It is imperative to choose carefully what captures your attention.

It is not love if you are chosen by someone after you became one of the choices for them.

It is possible for you to realise your dream as a scientist, you must be a passionate learner and curious enough to seek this wonderful career path.

It is the kind of moment life gives us when it laughs. It is choosing without choice. A rich meagerness, that.

It is so simple: the choices we make in our everyday lives, the things we do (or not) for others, define the world we live in.

It is usual that little streams put their mouths into big rivers. Most rivers can also be traced to the big sea. The fact that you start with a small choice does not mean you will be on that narrow road forever.

It is true that you can't choose your family, but you can choose your friends. It is also true that you can choose your partner and in doing so, you end up choosing the family you've always wanted.

It is up to the individual to 'choose' their repertoire of the self. If they do not have access to the range of narratives and discourses for the production of the ethical self they may be held responsible for choosing badly, an irresponsible production of themselves

It is your life, enthusiastically accept the challenge.

it (love) must be a conscious choice and not an emotional response (Matthew 5:46).

It is time to become more deliberate & careful in your thoughts, words, actions, reactions & relations. It is time to choose your own experience in life & to consciously create the outcomes that you want instead of just letting the life happen to you. Let you learn to be best of your trueself, focus on only speaking good to yourself & do more of what you love in life to have more feelings of great pleasure, happiness & less anxiety. Let you soon achieve the state of being completely free from illness, hassles or agitations & enjoy more joy-filled moments now than ever. Let God keep your path illuminated with exceptional favours. Stay Blessed!

It is true that we choose our life, but it’s also true that we can choose at any moment to change our path.

It might be easy to make a decision, but dealing with the hardships it brings is anything but simple.

It must be something voluntary, something self induced - like getting drunk, or talking yourself into believing some piece of foolishness because it happens to be in the Scriptures. And then look at their idea of what's normal. Believe it or not, a normal human being is one who can have an orgasm and is adjusted to society. It's unimaginable! No question about what you do with your orgasms. No question about the quality of your feelings and thoughts and perceptions. And then what about the society you're supposed to be adjusted to? Is it a mad society or a sane one? And even if it's pretty sane, is it right that anybody should be completely adjusted to it?

I truly believe we can either see the connections, celebrate them, and express gratitude for our blessings, or we can see life as a string of coincidences that have no meaning or connection. For me, I’m going to believe in miracles, celebrate life, rejoice in the views of eternity and hope my choices will create a positive ripple effect in the lives of others. This is my choice.

It's a choice, it’s a bold move - disassembling the Box - and one that requires assertion, but the rewards are remarkable!!

It's always a choice, to do right or wrong, no matter the power.

It's a queer business, making oneself blind.

It’s an act of our will to choose to see people simply as wildly loved by God, to assume their beauty before guessing their depravity.

It's better to make the wrong choice," my father had continued, "than to make no choice at all.

It's better to be slow and careful in the right direction than to be fast and careless on the wrong path. Be sure that you are on the right path before you begin to take your steps!

It’s gotten far easier to allow ourselves to hate than it is to choose to love.

It's my choice to be beautiful. It's my choice to be ugly. And it's my choice to decided what those words actually mean.

It's laughable, looking back, to see the processes I went through, pretending to make a reasoned decision. No choice is ever made on the basis of logic; the logic is fabricated around the impulse, the initial desire which is innate and incontrovertible. All the time, I knew where I was going, the elements of my fulfillment or ruin were always present; I only had to work my way into that seam of desire and find the hidden vein of dross or gold. It's not a question of predestination, it's just that free will and destiny are illusions, false opposites, consolations. In the end, they are one and the same: a single process. You choose what you choose and it could not have been otherwise: the choice is destiny. It was there all along, but any alternative you might have considered is an absurd diversion, because it is in your nature to make one choice rather than another. That is identity. To speak of freedom or destiny is absurd because it suggests there is something outside yourself, directing your life, where really it is of the essence: identity, the craftwork of the soul.

It's not a silly pursuit to read beyond what's handed to you, to seek out new voices and leap over the usual books everyone's already talking about and see what you can find on your own. Making definitive choices about what we spend our time on as readers can make a statement, a difference. We can lift other writers up, give space and attention to more voices than the ones that already have all the space and attention. There is power in what we choose to consume as readers, and there is power in what we choose to amplify, celebrate, and share.

It's matter of choice and matter of thinking.

It's not enough to be kind. One should be kinder than needed. Why I love that line, that concept, is that it reminds me that we carry with us, as human beings, not just the capacity to be kind, but the very choice of kindness. And what does that mean? How is that measured? You can't use a yardstick. It's like I was saying just before: it's not like measuring how much you've grown in a year. It's not exactly quantifiable, is it?

It's not so much what we do that matters, but what kind of person we choose to be.

It’s not my wish to walk intoxicated; to live for never is not my choice.

It's our choices that make us who we are.

It's OK to have negative thoughts, we all have them. Just don't allow yourself to attach to them. You decide how much time, attention, and energy you put into your thoughts. Where do you want to make that investment? Don't you want to invest in something that will help you? Recognize, and make the choice.

It’s so strange how one choice can derail so many lives. It was so huge to me, I expected her answer to change everything, but it didn’t. I guess that’s life, right? You never really know what’s waiting for you. You never really know what’s going to happen or why. You just have to be able to deal with it. Big or small.

It's the easiest thing in the world to be kind to someone, to show love, to forgive. You are born with this instinct - it should be your first reaction. NOT violence, anger and hatred! That is something we are taught, it's a Choice You Make.

It’s time,” Jack said. “Breeze? Count the kids,” Sam said. Brianna was back in twenty seconds. “Eighty-two, boss.” “About a third,” Jack observed. “A third of what’s left.” “Wait. Make that eighty-eight,” Brianna said. “And a dog.” Lana, looking deeply irritated—a fairly usual expression for her—and Sanjit, looking happy—a fairly usual expression for him—and Sanjit’s siblings were trotting along to catch up. “I don’t know if we’re staying up there or not,” Lana said without preamble. “I want to check it out. And my room smells like crap.” Just before the time was up, Sam heard a stir. Kids were making a lane for someone, murmuring. His heart leaped. “Hey, Sam.” He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Diana?” “Not expecting me, huh?” She made a wry face. “Where’s blondie? I didn’t see her at the big pep rally.” “Are you coming with us?” Brianna demanded, obviously not happy about it. “Is Caine okay with this?” Sam asked Diana. “It’s your choice, but I need to know if he’s going to come after us to take you back.” “Caine has what he wants,” Diana said. “Maybe I should call Toto over,” Sam said. The truth teller was having a conversation with Spidey. “I could ask you whether you’re coming along to spy for Caine, and see what Toto has to say.” Diana sighed. “Sam, I have bigger problems than Caine. And so do you, I guess. Because the FAYZ is going to do something it’s never done before: grow by one.” “What’s that mean?” “You are going to be an uncle.” Sam stared blankly. Brianna said a very rude word. And even Dekka looked up. “You’re having a baby?” Dekka asked. “Let’s hope so,” Diana said bleakly. “Let’s hope that’s all it is.

It strikes me that perhaps this is part of what we are fighting to choose. Which pain to feel.

Its your decision, Simon Lewis," said Magnus. "Remain in the existence you have, go to college, study music, get married. Live your life. Or---you can have an uncertain life of shadows and dangers. You can have the joy of reading the stories of incredible happenings, or you can be part of the story." "The choice is up to you

It was the most subversive rebellion he'd allowed himself in all his years of obedience, the choice to make connections with people who should have been beneath his notice.