I make good life choices — mostly because they’re forced on me — but I make them, and I find myself in unpleasant situations all the time. You know why? Because even if you have a choice it can and will be taken away from you. We’re all fate’s bitch. You might as well go ahead and bend over for destiny now.
TV: Wonderfalls
You either build up or you tear down. You either keep in the light where you can see, or you stand in the dark and fight everything that comes near you, because you can’t see and you think it’s an enemy.
It’s not about mistakes, Mother, it’s about choices. And I’ve chosen to make a mistake.
TV: Strangers with Candy
What’s worse: a knot in the tail or a gruesome death?
TV: Fraggle Rock, “The Terrible Tunnel”
It doesn’t matter if the water is cold or warm if you’re going to have to wade through it anyway.
Brothers, what we do in life… echoes in eternity.
Movie: Gladiator
In the course of criminal conduct every fresh step that we make appears a justification of the one that preceded it, it seems to bring again the moment of liberty and choice.
Between stimulus and response, there is a space. In that space lies our freedom and power to choose our response. In our response lies our growth and freedom.
I don’t pay much attention to time. I doesn’t bother me and I don’t bother it.
Between two evils, I always pick the one I never tried before.
You don’t drown by falling in the water; you drown by staying there.
Two roads diverged in a wood,
and I—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
and I—I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
There are no choices. Nothing but a straight line. The illusion comes afterwards, when you ask “Why me?” and “What if?” When you look back, see the branches, like a pruned bonsai tree, or a forked lightning. If you had done something differently, it wouldn’t be you, it would be someone else looking back, asking a different set of questions.
Video game: Max Payne 2: The Fall of Max Payne
You must stop talking to yourself. Every one of us does that. We carry on an internal talk. We talk about our world. In fact we maintain our world with our internal talk. Whenever we finish talking to ourselves the world is always as it should be. We renew it, we kindle it with life, we uphold it with our internal talk. Not only that, but we also choose our paths as we talk to ourselves. Thus we repeat the same choices over and over until the day we die, because we keep on repeating the same internal talk over and over until the day we die.