choice

choice

We are what we pretend to be, so we must be careful about what we pretend to be. Mother Night
The Road Not Taken Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth; Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same, And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back. I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I - I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
Excellence is never an accident. It is always the result of high intention, sincere effort, and intelligent execution; it represents the wise choice of many alternatives - choice, not chance, determines your destiny.
You can’t cross the sea merely by standing and staring at the water.
I believe the choice to be excellent begins with aligning your thoughts and words with the intention to require more from yourself.
It's choice - not chance - that determines your destiny.
The history of free men is never written by chance but by choice - their choice.