Whatever I will become will be what God has chosen for me.
Have your adventures, make your mistakes, and choose your friends poorly – all these make for great stories.
Your life is a reflection of the choices you’ve made. If you’re not happy, it’s time for you to make different choices. Your happiness is in YOUR hands.
You never know how strong you are, until being strong is your only choice.
You can keep the body as well-oiled and receptive as possible, but whether you’re actually going to be able to go for the long haul is really not your own choice.
Where choice begins. Paradise ends. Innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?
We have a choice about how we take what happens to us in our life and whether or not we allow it to turn us. We can become consumed by hate and darkness, or we’re able to regain our humanity somehow, or come to terms with things and learn something about ourselves.
We betray ourselves into smallness when we think the little choices of each day are trivial.
There are two primary choices in life: to accept conditions as they exist, or accept the responsibility for changing them.
The world we live in is the world we choose to live in, whether consciously or unconsciously. If we choose bliss, that’s what we get. If we choose misery, we get that, too.
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
People say I make strange choices, but they’re not strange for me. My sickness is that I’m fascinated by human behavior, by what’s underneath the surface, by the worlds inside people.
