fuck yeah, literary quotes

They wore blouses with buttons down the front that suggested the possibilities of the word undone. These women could be undone; or not. They seemed to be able to choose.

I have a theory that every time you make an important choice, the part of you left behind continues the other life you could have had.

Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

There is everything you know and there is everything that happens. When the two do not line up, you make a choice.

…it was written I should be loyal to the nightmare of my choice.

Love was action. It came to you. It was not a choice.