bad-choices

With all these forks in the roads of our path, why do so many choose to take the knife?

If everything happens for a reason that means you made the right choice even when it__ the wrong choice

It__ not that I__e been invited to the hole I__ standing in. It__ that I accepted the invitation.

You need to forgive people you don't understand; if not, try to understand people you want to forgive.

Patience is the antidote to the restless poison of the Ego. Without it we all become ego-maniacal bulls in china shops, destroying our future happiness as we blindly rush in where angels fear to tread. In these out-of-control moments, we bulldoze through the best possible outcomes for our lives, only to return to the scene of the crime later to cry over spilt milk.

When people want to win they will go to desperate extremes. However, anyone that has already won in life has come to the conclusion that there is no game. There is nothing but learning in this life and it is the only thing we take with us to the grave__nowledge. If you only understood that concept then your heart wouldn__ break so bad. Jealousy or revenge wouldn__ be your ambition. Stepping on others to raise yourself up wouldn__ be a goal. Competition would be left on the playing field, and your freedom from what other people think about you would light the pathway out of hell.

If you suffer lingering doubts; if the consolation you cling to is __t will probably be okay,_ then run the other way because what you__e contemplating is not a good choice.

Democracy's fatal flaw: There are more dumb people than smart people. Welcome to the new Dark Ages!

You can't always expect people to apply your wisdom when they didn't use wisdom before they found themselves knee deep in their version of justice.

Hell isn't having no choice.It's having to make a choice between horrific things.

It was as if my sould had left my body, floated up to the ceiling, and was watching me destroy my own career with one deliberately assaultive punch. (Dark City Lights)

Temptations don't appear nearly as harmful as the roads they lead you down.

...a noisy parade of memories that frustrate her because of the way they play themselves out. These memories-it feels like she's back there in the moment, like she has the moment to do over and make different choices than she made. But she can't, because they're just memories and they're set down permanent as if they were chiseled in marble, and so she just has to watch herself do the same things over and over and it's a condemnation if it's anything.