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 can only control the end by making a choice at each step.
We betray ourselves into smallness when we think the little choices of each day are trivial.
Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.[Esperar dói. Esquecer dói. Mas não saber que decisão tomar é o pior dos sofrimentos.]
Victor’s unfortunate choice it was always to mis-see, to mis-hear, to misjudge.
Time be thine, and thy best graces spend it at thy will.
This I choose to do. If there is a price, this I choose to pay. If it is my death, then I choose to die. Where this takes me, there I choose to go. I choose. This I choose to do.
There are two things in life you cannot choose. The first is your enemies; the second your family. Sometimes the difference between them is hard to see, but in the end time will show you that the cards you have been dealt could always have been worse.
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 terrible dilemma of our lives. Whatever happens, it is evil beyond compare. Why struggle, then? Why choose? If all alternatives are the same…
The sun shone, having no alternative, on the nothing new.
