#choices

Why, in our 'free' country, do Americans meekly stand aside and let the state limit our choices, even when we are dying? ↗

— John Stossel

#choices #country #dying #even #free

I get bored at the theatre a lot because I notice that there's not always a connection between the actors. They may be technically proficient, but they're not surprising each other. I'm thrilled by actors who make choices that are surprising. ↗

— Lusia Strus

#because #between #bored #choices #connection

Our personal consumer choices have ecological, social, and spiritual consequences. It is time to re-examine some of our deeply held notions that underlie our lifestyles. ↗

— David Suzuki

#consequences #consumer #deeply #ecological #held

I've just tried to grow up in the most natural and gradual process that I possibly can and make choices I feel are right for me and my fans. ↗

— Taylor Swift

#fans #feel #gradual #grow #grow up

It's very useful when politicians have doubts because there are so many choices to be made in the world. ↗

— Antonio Tabucchi

#choices #doubts #made #many #politicians

Behaviors are a choice. Feelings are sometimes out of our control. Behavior has to do with choices. ↗

— Randall Terry

#behaviors #choice #choices #control #feelings

You have a number of choices. You could continue to always fight against people who are really distractions. They're people in the cheap seats of life. Or you can do what you went there to do. ↗

— Clarence Thomas

#always #cheap #choices #continue #could

We are not like the social insects. They have only the one way of doing things and they will do it forever, coded for that way. We are coded differently, not just for binary choices, go or no-go. We can go four ways at once, depending on how the air feels: go, no-go, but also maybe, plus what the hell let's give it a try. ↗

— Lewis Thomas

#also #binary #choices #coded #depending

I truly don't have any formula for the choices I make. ↗

— Javier Bardem

#choices #formula #i #make #truly

After Nicholas hung up the phone, he watched his mother carry buckets and garden tools across the couch grass toward a bed that would, come spring, be brightly ablaze as tropical coral with colorful arctotis, impatiens, and petunias. Katherine dug with hard chopping strokes, pulling out wandering jew and oxalis, tossing the uprooted weeds into a black pot beside her. The garden will be beautiful, he thought. But how do the weeds feel about it? Sacrifices must be made. ↗

— Stephen M. Irwin

#flowers #garden #gardening #mother #sacrifices