Quotes about Choice
No man in his senses can hesitate in choosing to be free, rather than a slave.
— Alexander Hamilton
It's up to you to choose whether you're going to use your body, which includes your brain, for sin or for the sake of righteousness.
— Neil Anderson
We shouldn't avoid sin because we fear eternal damnation. We should do so because we no longer want to live in bondage….
— Neil Anderson
The universe moves in the direction of Liberty.
— Michael Novak
You have to choose your future regrets.
— Christopher Hitchens
The only way love can be shown in this world is by sacrifice —namely, the surrender of one thing for another. Love is essentially bound up with choice, and choice is a negation, and negation is a sacrifice. When a young man sets his heart upon a young woman and asks her to marry him, he is not only saying "I choose you"; he is also saying "I do not choose, I reject, all others. I give them all up for you." Apply this to the problem of lust.
— Bishop Fulton J. Sheen
I would rather be the head of a fly than the tail of a lion.
— Victor Hugo
When a man does wrong, he should do all the wrong he can; it is madness to stop half-way in crime!
— Victor Hugo
Was there a voice that whispered in his ear that he had just passed the most solemn moment of his destiny, that there was no longer a middle course for him; that from now on, he would either be the best of men or he would be the worst of men; that he now had to rise higher, so to speak, than the bishop or fall even lower than the galley slave; that if he wanted to be good, he had to be an angel; that if he wanted to stay bad, he had to be a monster from hell?
— Victor Hugo
For our part, if we were forced to make a choice between the barbarians of civilization and the civilized men of barbarism, we should choose the barbarians.
— Victor Hugo
Ladies, a second piece of advice--do not marry; marriage is a graft; it may take hold or not. Shun the risk.
— Victor Hugo
He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy intersection beneath his eyes. On this occasion once more, as had happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. Which was he to take?
— Victor Hugo