Novel & Cerita Is Loving Someone A Choice

Ernest lay in the bed for a few minutes longer, looking at the ceiling, and thought about the specific quality of a choice that was renewed daily. He had not understood, before the clause year, that love was a choice. He had understood it as a state — as something that was or was not, that arrived or departed, that required the right conditions to be sustained. He had not understood that it was a decision. That every ordinary Wednesday was a renewed decision. That the bread and the garden walk and the kitchen table and the east wing office and all of it were the daily enactment of a decision that could have been made differently and was not.

“And guess what? I did it for Max. I always knew how much he hated her for taking money and abandoning him. I did it for him. Everything I ever did was for him.” “I won’t even mention how sick that is.” “You can’t choose who you fall in love with. In my case, I didn’t have a choice. I’m not explaining myself to you. I’m stating a fact.” “Love is a choice just like everything else. You chose to fall in love with the wrong person. Maybe you even got a kick out of it.” “Again, I won’t explain myself to you.”

"I want someone who I can truly connect with on a deep level, someone who understands me for who I am." Jasmine's expression softened, sensing the vulnerability in my words. "Why is that, Beta Blake? Why do you feel that way?" she inquired, genuinely curious about my reasons. I paused for a moment, searching for the right words to convey my feelings. "I don't know exactly," I admitted, my voice tinged with uncertainty. "But I believe that love should be a choice, not an obligation. I want to find someone who chooses me for me, and I choose them in return."

"You heard her. You are the one who chases the monsters away. You are the one who buys the ice cream. You are the one she ran to." Dante closed his eyes, leaning into my touch. "I don't share her blood, Bella. He was right about that." "Blood is just biology." I repeated the words we had given Elara, letting them settle into my own soul. "Love is a choice. It’s an action. And you chose her. Every single day, you choose her." I kissed him then. It was slow and deep, tasting of relief and promise. It was a seal on a contract that no court could ever break.

"Love can't be pushed, Abigail." "But that's how our love worked —" "It's not pushed, Abigail. Our love for each other has never been pushed. It's our choice. I choose to be with you because I want to. I choose to be with you because I can see my future with you, I can see you with me in bed. I can see you making my day better, I can see you giving me children, I can see you marrying in altar, I can see you being my one and only, and so on. I wouldn't choose someone if I can't see everything, Abigail. Even if I like or love that person, if I can't see anything, then I wouldn't stay. I choose you because it is you. I choose you because you are my comfort and rest for everything."

"P(love) = lim(n→∞) [Σ(moments of understanding × acts of kindness × shared vulnerabilities) / time] × choice" Elena read it three times, her vision blurring with tears. "You created an equation for the probability of love." "Based on what I've learned from loving you. Love isn't random. It's built through understanding each other, treating each other with kindness, being vulnerable together, over time. But the most important variable is choice." Dominic pointed to the final term. "We choose to love each other. That's what makes it real." "This is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever given me." Elena slipped the ring back on her finger. "Not just the physical ring, though it's gorgeous.

"What?" "Do you love him?" She repeated. I couldn't answer her. Do I ? "I mean... he's my mate," I said finally. Mrs. Chandler smiled faintly hearing me say this. "Finding your mate and falling in love with him are two very different points in time," she said. She noticed the confused look on my face and continued. "You were given a mate by fate," she said. "But fate cannot make you love him. Only you can. Loving that man is a choice. It doesn't happen when the moon goes through its phases, it happens because you choose to love him. It's a choice you'll have to make every day for the rest of your life."

Even if it means flying away from me. That’s what real love is, isn’t it? Not taking. Not needing. But choosing. And letting them choose, too

“I love you, Maya. I’ll always love you.” “But…” I shake my head and force myself to stop talking. I’ve been doing that a lot lately. Too afraid of what will come out of my mouth, I don’t allow myself to speak anymore. “What?” “Do you love me because you have to or because you want to?” He laughs softly. “Love isn’t a choice. No one chooses who they love, not even humans.” “I know it’s stupid, but after everything I’ve done…I just feel like you’re with me because you have no other choice, you know, because I’m your only mate.”

"We're not just staying for the kids." "Then you have to choose each other," Dr. Chen said. "Love isn't a feeling, Noah. It's a choice. You have to wake up every morning, look at the chaos, the exhaustion, the screaming toddler, and say, 'I choose you again.'" I looked at Aria. I looked at the woman who had fought for me, who had built a life with me, who had forgiven me for my worst mistakes. "I choose her," I said. "I choose him," she answered.