Choices Quotes


I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other or disappoint each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.

Agency    Choices    Love

There are so many ways to be brave in this world. Sometimes bravery involves laying down your life for something bigger than yourself, or for someone else. Sometimes it involves giving up everything you have ever known, or everyone you have ever loved, for the sake of something greater.
But sometimes it doesn't.
Sometimes it is nothing more than gritting your teeth through pain, and the work of every day, the slow walk toward a better life.
That is the sort of bravery I must have now.

But until a person can say deeply and honestly, "I am what I am today because of the choices I made yesterday," that person cannot say, "I choose otherwise.

In the end that was the choice you made, and it doesn't matter how hard it was to make it. It matters that you did.

City of Glass

Cassandra Clare

City of Glass

The world isn’t split into good people and Death Eaters.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?'
'That depends a good deal on where you want to get to,' said the Cat.
'I don't much care where -' said Alice.
'Then it doesn't matter which way you go,' said the Cat.
'- so long as I get SOMEWHERE,' Alice added as an explanation.
'Oh, you're sure to do that,' said the Cat, 'if you only walk long enough.

Alice in Wonderland

Lewis Carroll

Alice in Wonderland

We are our choices.

It is not for me to judge another man's life. I must judge, I must choose, I must spurn, purely for myself. For myself, alone.

Siddhartha

Hermann Hesse

Siddhartha
Choices    Focus    Humility    Judgement    Judgemental    Self    Tolerance

I find the best way to love someone is not to change them, but instead, help them reveal the greatest version of themselves.

There comes a time in your life when you have to choose to turn the page, write another book or simply close it.

Beliefs    Books    Boyfriend    Choices    Faith    Family    Friendships    Girlfriend    Hang ups    In love    Life    Love    Marriage    Memories    Moving on    Nostalgia    Obsessions    Peace    Relationships    Religion    Sister in laws    Sisters    Spouse    Unrequited love    Wife    Writing

Sometimes you have to choose between a bunch of wrong choices and no right ones. You just have to choose which wrong choices feels the least wrong.

Hopeless

Colleen Hoover

Hopeless

Choose your love. Love your choice.

How would your life be different if…You stopped allowing other people to dilute or poison your day with their words or opinions? Let today be the day…You stand strong in the truth of your beauty and journey through your day without attachment to the validation of others

One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.

I'll never know, and neither will you, of the life you don't choose. We'll only know that whatever that sister life was, it was important and beautiful and not ours. It was the ghost ship that didn't carry us. There's nothing to do but salute it from the shore.

You know how sometimes you tell yourself that you have a choice, but really you don't have a choice? Just because there are alternatives doesn't mean they apply to you.

The 5th Wave

Rick Yancey

The 5th Wave

Heroes are made by the paths they choose, not the powers they are graced with.

Choices    Heroes    Paths

You are fettered," said Scrooge, trembling. "Tell me why?"
"I wear the chain I forged in life," replied the Ghost. "I made it link by link, and yard by yard; I girded it on of my own free will, and of my own free will I wore it.

A Christmas Carol

Charles Dickens

A Christmas Carol

I can do anything I want.
Be with anyone I want.
And it'll be my choice.

Ignite Me

Tahereh Mafi

Ignite Me

People pay for what they do, and still more for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply; by the lives they lead.

I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!

I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?

We don't get to chose what is true. We only get to choose what we do about it.

Staying silent is like a slow growing cancer to the soul and a trait of a true coward. There is nothing intelligent about not standing up for yourself. You may not win every battle. However, everyone will at least know what you stood for—YOU.

The choices you make now, the people you surround yourself with, they all have the potential to affect your life, even who you are, forever.

Choices    Forever    Life    People    Potential

The capacity to be alone is the capacity to love. It may look paradoxical to you, but it's not. It is an existential truth: only those people who are capable of being alone are capable of love, of sharing, of going into the deepest core of another person--without possessing the other, without becoming dependent on the other, without reducing the other to a thing, and without becoming addicted to the other. They allow the other absolute freedom, because they know that if the other leaves, they will be as happy as they are now. Their happiness cannot be taken by the other, because it is not given by the other.

Changing is what people do when they have no options left.

Change    Choices    Inevitable    Life

It's not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are.

The hardest choices in life aren't between what's right and what's wrong but between what's right and what's best.

If you celebrate your differentness, the world will, too. It believes exactly what you tell it—through the words you use to describe yourself, the actions you take to care for yourself, and the choices you make to express yourself. Tell the world you are one-of-a-kind creation who came here to experience wonder and spread joy. Expect to be accommodated.

Choices    Different    Joy    Self    Self care    Self esteem    Self expression    Self love    Self talk    Unique    Uniqueness    Wonder

Who knows? Maybe they’re right. Maybe we are driven crazy by our feelings. Maybe love is a disease, and we would be better off without it.
But we have chosen a different road. And in the end that is the point of escaping the cure: We are free to choose.
We are even free to choose the wrong thing.

Choices    Delirium    Freedom    Love

Courage doesn’t happen when you have all the answers. It happens when you are ready to face the questions you have been avoiding your whole life.

Desires dictate our priorities, priorities shape our choices, and choices determine our actions.

May your choices reflect your hopes, not your fears.

Choices    Fear    Hope

Chiron had said once that nations were the most foolish of mortal inventions. No man is worth more than another, wherever he is from.
But what if he is your friend? Achilles had asked him, feet kicked up on the wall of the rose-quartz cave. Or your brother? Should you treat him the same as a stranger?
You ask a question that philosophers argue over, Chiron had said. He is worth more to you, perhaps. But the stranger is someone else’s friend and brother. So which life is more important?
We had been silent. We were fourteen, and these things were too hard for us. Now that we are twenty-seven, they still feel too hard.
He is half of my soul, as the poets say. He will be dead soon, and his honor is all that will remain. It is his child, his dearest self. Should I reproach him for it? I have saved Briseis. I cannot save them all.
I know, now, how I would answer Chiron. I would say: there is no answer. Whichever you choose, you are wrong.

Choices    Fair    Life    Love    Philosophy    Truth    Wise words

Love changes what is probable and makes unlikely things possible.

Chances    Choices    Life    Love    True

Everyone has choices to make; no one has the right to take those choices away from us. Not even out of love..

City of Ashes

Cassandra Clare

City of Ashes

When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.

Beginnings    Choices    Doors    Endings    Faith    Future    Giving up    Goals    God s plan    Goodbyes    Hope    Letting go    Love    Moving on    Plans    Regret    Sorrow

Everything has a price.

It's up to you today to start making healthy choices. Not choices that are just healthy for your body, but healthy for your mind.

Life is partly what we make it, and partly what it is made by the friends we choose.

We all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.

Life always begins with one step outside of your comfort zone.

The right choice is hardly ever the easy choice.

We are free to choose our paths, but we can't choose the consequences that come with them.

What kind of tea do you want?"
"There´s more than one kind of tea?...What do you have?"
"Let´s see... Blueberry, Raspberry, Ginseng, Sleepytime, Green Tea, Green Tea with Lemon, Green Tea with Lemon and Honey, Liver Disaster, Ginger with Honey, Ginger Without Honey, Vanilla Almond, White Truffle Coconut, Chamomile, Blueberry Chamomile, Decaf Vanilla Walnut, Constant Comment and Earl Grey."
-"I.. Uh...What are you having?... Did you make some of those up?

Whatever you decide, don't let it be because you don't think you have a choice.

If you choose to not deal with an issue,
then you give up your right of control over the issue
and it will select the path of least resistance.

The first time I was ever called ugly, I was thirteen. It was a rich friend of my brother Carlton's over to shoot guns in the field.
'Why you crying, girl?' Constantine asked me in the kitchen.
I told her what the boy had called me, tears streaming down my face.
'Well? Is you?'
I blinked, paused my crying. 'Is I what?'
'Now you look a here, Egenia'-because constantien was the only one who'd occasionally follow Mama's rule. 'Ugly live up on the inside. Ugly be a hurtful, mean person. Is you one a them peoples?'
'I don't know. I don't think so,' I sobbed.
Constantine sat down next to me, at the kitchen table. I heard the cracking of her swollen joints. She pressed her thumb hard in the palm of my hand, somthing we both knew meant Listen. Listen to me.
'Ever morning, until you dead in the ground, you gone have to make this decision.' Constantine was so close, I could see the blackness of her gums. 'You gone have to ask yourself, Am I gone believe what them fools say about me today?'
She kept her thumb pressed hard in my hand. I nodded that I understood. I was just smart enough to realize she meant white people. And even though I still felt miserable, and knew that I was, most likely, ugly, it was the first time she ever talked to me like I was something besides my mother's white child. All my life I'd been told what to believe about politics, coloreds, being a girl. But with Constantine's thumb pressed in my hand, I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.

The Help

Kathryn Stockett

The Help

I write to find strength.
I write to become the person that hides inside me.
I write to light the way through the darkness for others.
I write to be seen and heard.
I write to be near those I love.
I write by accident, promptings, purposefully and anywhere there is paper.
I write because my heart speaks a different language that someone needs to hear.
I write past the embarrassment of exposure.
I write because hypocrisy doesn’t need answers, rather it needs questions to heal.
I write myself out of nightmares.
I write because I am nostalgic, romantic and demand happy endings.
I write to remember.
I write knowing conversations don’t always take place.
I write because speaking can’t be reread.
I write to sooth a mind that races.
I write because you can play on the page like a child left alone in the sand.
I write because my emotions belong to the moon; high tide, low tide.
I write knowing I will fall on my words, but no one will say it was for very long.
I write because I want to paint the world the way I see love should be.
I write to provide a legacy.
I write to make sense out of senselessness.
I write knowing I will be killed by my own words, stabbed by critics, crucified by both misunderstanding and understanding.
I write for the haters, the lovers, the lonely, the brokenhearted and the dreamers.
I write because one day someone will tell me that my emotions were not a waste of time.
I write because God loves stories.
I write because one day I will be gone, but what I believed and felt will live on.

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