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LIfe is just a game of chance, a dance with fate if you let it be so. Or you could chose to play by your rules to win.

I chose to be a writer no more than I chose to be female.

Imagine, if you will:A bright yellow star lit the darkness somewhere in deep space, accompanied by its rather dysfunctional family of nine deceptively ordinary-looking planets. During its enormously long lifetime many beings had named it from the far ends of distant telescopes, including it into numerous star clusters and constellations as they were perceived from their vantage points. Once, or maybe twice, creatures simply looked up into their own skies to name it from their own now long dead and deserted worlds. In more recent times, beings from a world that orbited a different sun far away gave it a name too _ creatures that called themselves Human, who travelled here and settled on one of its inner planets. The planet they chose to make a new home on? They called that Deanna. They called the star Ramalama.

Most of my failures can be ascribed to the fact that I chose that which was __asy_ over that which was __ight_. And while it__ __ight_ to admit this to myself, it isn__ __asy._ So, which choice am I going to make this time?

Don't forget, when you refuse to make right choices, you have already chosen to live the wrong way! Indecision is a decision to live wrongly!

Your success lies behind your choices... To get there, you must choose it and drive your dreams in that chosen direction!

In case you__e short on definitions, here__ one. Insanity: __estroying the very things that sustain us._ And if we__e so short-sighted so as to make such preposterous choices, then it__ not all that preposterous to believe that shortly our end will be in sight.

You have the right to chose your destiny, otherwise you will be left to live someone else's idea of what your life should be.

What you choose also chooses you.

Tired, tired with nothing, tired with everything, tired with the world__ weight he had never chosen to bear.

There is an apparent need to save the earth and the means God chose to do this is not by sending POWER but by sending his Son

The only reason that some people aren__ ashamed of their parents and/or siblings is because they know that we know that they did not choose them.

She chose to freeze her heart, and then stored it deep inside her freezer.She will let it there until she is ready.

We are told that in translation there is no such thing as equivalence. Many times the translator reaches a fork in the translating road where they must make a choice in the interpretation of a word. And each time they make one of these choices, they are taken further from the truth. But what we aren__ told is that this isn__ a shortcoming of translation; it__ a shortcoming of language itself. As soon as we try to put reality into words, we limit it. Words are not reality, they are the cause of reality, and thus reality is always more. Writers aren't alchemists who transmute words into the aurous essence of the human experience. No, they are glassmakers. They create a work of art that enables us to see inside to help us understand. And if they are really good, we can see our own reflections staring back at us.

Happy people can look back and say they chose their life, not settled for it.

I had fought for my independence and fought for my freedom to do as I chose.

Millions of business people are each constantly forced to choose between their desire to not be a bad person and their desire to be a good business person, that is to say, to make as much money as they possibly can by maximizing their revenue while minimizing the cost of producing whatever it is that they sell.

We live with the scars we choose.