We don’t choose whom we love.
We choose our own destiny.
We all make our choices. And those choices, they put us on a road. Sometimes those choices seem small, but they put you on the road. You think about getting off. But eventually, you’re back on it.
Sometimes a man has to make hard choices, choices that might look wrong to others, but you know are right in the long run.
Fate has a habit of not letting us choose our own endings.
A man always has a choice, if he is willing to lose.
You can talk to a wee one in a way you canna talk to anyone else. You can pour out yer heart to them without choosing your words or holding anything back at all. And that’s a comfort to the soul.
We’re all pathological in our own ways. You choose the version of the truth that suits you best and pursue it pathologically. Everybody decides their own versions of the truth.
We can all betray. Sometimes we have no other choice.
We all pay for our choices.
The only way to keep going is to take control of your life. Stop letting everybody act like they know what’s best for you and make your own choices.
Life gives us choices, defines us by the ones we make. And yet we make them all in complete uncertainty.
