When a man is denied the right to live the life he believes in, he has no choice but to become an outlaw.
You don’t get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices.
Not a god’s chosen, but a god’s cursed. That’s what we all are.
To stand in front of a person who is your whole world and be told you are not enough. You are not the choice. You are a shadow to the person who is your sun.
To choose doubt as a philosophy of life is akin to choosing immobility as a means of transportation.
The choices we make can have lasting consequences.
Sometimes the things presented to us as choices aren’t choices at all.
Power is in tearing human minds to pieces and putting them together again in new shapes of your own choosing.
People don’t get to choose who they fall in love with. They only get to choose who they stay in love with.
No one is born evil, just like no one is born alone. They become that way, through choice and circumstance.
No one can grant you happiness. Happiness is a choice we all have the power to make.
Choosing to be this or that is to affirm at the same time the value of what we choose, because we can never choose evil. We always choose the good, and nothing can he good for any of us unless it is good for all.
