We choose our own pain. Mine helps me remember.
Villentretenmerth told us we were made for each other. Destined for each other. And that nothing would come of it because destiny alone isn’t sufficient. Something more is needed. She is something more.[to Yennefer, about Ciri]
There’s always a war coming. But it’s for us to decide which ones we fight.
There is ugliness in this world. Disarray. I choose to see the beauty.
The police only see what they choose to look for. The Machine sees almost everything.
That’s the thing about family, you don’t get to choose when you want to be a part of it.
Sometimes our fate chooses us instead.
She gave me a choice. I believe the rest of the world deserves one, too.[about Dolores]
Our paths were too precisely linked to this moment for there not to be a reason. This is why. You get to decide.
One’s choice of companion is a curious thing.
Lydia didn’t choose where she came from, but she chose where she wanted to be.
In the end, you choose what you choose. If afterwards, your regrets are at a minimum, good for you.
