Chosen Quotes

“You know how it is with cats: They don't really have owners, they have staff.”
― P.C. Cast, Chosen

“Nuns freak me out.”
― P.C. Cast, Untamed

“Die Dorkamese Twins.”
― P.C. Cast, Untamed

“There’s glory and honour in being chosen. But not much room for free will”
― Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity

“When one has come to explore the ' instant moment ' and one has chosen to savor the delights of life, which are hidden behind the curtain of haste and superficiality, then ' mental time ' is replacing ' sequential time '. So ' here ' and ' now ' are keeping hustle and impatience in check. (" Just for a moment ")”
― Erik Pevernagie

“We want life to make sense. If we don’t find meaning and orientation, we are bound to fabulate a living and invent an inspiring life story. When we write out a chosen script, we’ll have to make time to hunker down into attuning it to the hitches of the road map, time and again, with fractious patience. ( "Everybody his story" )”
― Erik Pevernagie

“Oh, Zoeybird, did I call your mother's husband a damn turd monkey outloud?'
'Yes, Grandma, you did.'
She looked at me, her dark eyes sparkling. 'Good.”
― P.C. Cast, Chosen

“There is no one true church, no one chosen people.”
― Terry Tempest Williams, Leap

“Othalas: Chosen don't choose themselves!”
― Robert Fanney

“I guess when someone tells you something they they usually guard, you feel privileged, not because you know something no-one else knows, but because you feel chosen. You feel like that person wants her life to intersect with yours. I think that's what felt best about it.”
― Markus Zusak, Getting the Girl

“Well, I'm your man. I'm the bloody bastard you wanted when you had me spawned. I'm your tool, and what difference does it make if I hate the part of me that you most need? What difference does it make that when the little serpents killed me in the game, I agreed with them, and was glad.”
― Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game

“The Ph.D is one of the chosen who know that some things can never be fathomed, no matter how hard you try. What good are explanations? There is no possibility of explaining how such a work [Mozart's Requiem, in the instance] could ever have come into being. (The same holds true for certain poems, which should not be analyzed either.)”
― Elfriede Jelinek, The Piano Teacher

“Who was this stranger, and why had I chosen him, of all the men in this city, this country, the world, to be my saviour?”
― Gail Honeyman, Eleanor Oliphant Is Completely Fine

“We need to perceive ourselves as the special race.
If not, beasts will perceive themselves as the chosen.”
― Toba Beta, My Ancestor Was an Ancient Astronaut

“We do not wish harm or destruction on you,” said Yekini. “At least, not us three. But I’m not sure how we can help you in your quest. As you can see, we are incapacitated ourselves.”

Understandable, said Omíwálé. But you must remember: it is fate that has brought us together, not me. Each one of us here has somehow tasked themselves with making our world better than it is—helping a people divided by time and tales come together. What are we if not called and chosen?”
― Suyi Davies Okungbowa, Lost Ark Dreaming

“But he... he was the catalyst in a way. And I chose him. I chose him because he made me feel like I was something other than the Maiden, and he saw me when no one else ever really did. He made me feel alive. He valued me for who I am and didn't try to control me.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“We'd hardly stepped three feet outside when Bee gasped, pointing to the garden to our right.
"Henry!" she exclaimed, surveying hundreds of delicate light green leaves that had pushed up from the soil in grand formation, showcasing a carpet of tiny lavender-colored flowers, with dark purple centers.
Bee looked astonished. "How did they... where did they come from?"
Henry shook his head. "I noticed them two weeks ago. They just appeared."
Bee turned to me, and upon seeing my confused face, she offered an explanation. "They're wood violets," she said. "I haven't seen them on the island since..."
"They're very rare," Henry said, filling the void that Bee had left when her voice trailed off. "You can't plant them, for they won't grow. They have to choose you."
Bee's eyes met Henry's, and she smiled, a gentle, forgiving smile. It warmed me to see it. "Evelyn has a theory about these flowers," she said, pausing as if to pull a dusty memory off a shelf in her mind, handling it with great care. "Yes," she said, the memory in plain view. "She used to say they grow where they are needed, that they signal healing, and hope.
It's ridiculous, isn't it, Henry, to think that violets can know," Bee continued.
Henry nodded. "Harebrained," he said in agreement.
Bee shook her head in disbelief. "And to see them in bloom, in March of all months..."
Henry nodded. "I know."
Neither took their eyes off the petals before them, so fragile, yet in great numbers stalwart and determined.”
― Sarah Jio, The Violets of March

“Identifying yourself solely by your sickness limits the narrative of your life. Break free from the shackles of illness, embracing the truth that you are loved, chosen, and empowered.”
― Sue Detweiler, Healing Rain

“I was forced to pick her as my chosen, but she continues to choose me every day. And that is what I call heaven. Because life without her wold be hell.”
― Shantel Tessier, The Ritual

“If you have a hard time believing that God chose you, it’s probably because you haven’t chosen you.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“Maybe we were chosen because in being chosen we were granted the power to choose another who needed to be chosen worse than we did.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“For their was no finer family than the one you had chosen yourself.”
― M.A. Kuzniar, Upon a Frosted Star

“GOD chooses according to your abilities and though he knows you and what you are capable of under certain circumstances, he protects you and provides provisions.”
― Niedria D. Kenny

“There is no place too deep and too dark
to conceal a person from the eye of destiny.”
― Michael Bassey Johnson, These Words Burn Like Fire

“We needed a symbol into which to pour our fear and mistrust of the world, and we have chosen the wolf, and chosen it with passion and commitment.”
― Katherine Rundell, Vanishing Treasures: A Bestiary of Extraordinary Endangered Creatures

“Many are called, but few are chosen. The intelligent are the chosen ones.”
― Egbearor Favour

“He saw me as I was, and still he seemed to be choosing me. It was a basic thing, but I had never in my life been chosen before. You understand what that means? I'm saying here was this stranger, clearly as crazy as I was, this person who dropped into my life out of nowhere, and he was reaching out his hand. What could I do but take it? What could I do but choose him back?”
― Dawnie Walton, The Final Revival of Opal & Nev

“Isn’t that all identity is? The face the world lets you wear, the voice it doesn’t question, the name it echoes back without a stutter.”
― Arabella Sveinsdottir, Returning My Face: A Chilling Sci-Fi Thriller Where Someone Wants to Erase You and Live the Life They Always Wanted

“When God says you're chosen, stop waiting on people to agree with what Heaven already approved.”
― Dr. Angela L. Hood

“But the ocean chose you, and I believe you were chosen because of who you are--- not despite it."
Moana's chest tightened. She thought of the first time she'd waded into the ocean's tide. The memory was hazy after the years, but she could still remember the shape of the pretty shell she'd found--- and the turtle on the sand she'd chosen to help, instead of claiming that shell for herself. Only then had the ocean's waves revealed the glimmering heart.
"Maybe you're right."
"Of course I am." Afā grinned, and Moana saw a flash of her father in him. They had the same self-assured grin, the same brazen spirit. "We can't let our mistakes define us, right?" Moana sniffed at the familiar words as Afā went on. "I look at you and I see so much strength and pride--- and I know you're not a failure, so don't forget who you are.”
― Keala Kendall, How Far I'll Go