Quotes About Indecision

But I don't really know where to go. I have no plans and no destination in mind - I feel I can't live in either of my two worlds...

no estoy cansado. Sólo hay una cosa que cansa a los hombres: la vacilación, la incertidumbre. Cualquier acción libera nuestro ánimo, incluso la peor resulta mejor que la inacción.

Sólo hay una cosa que cansa a los hombres: la vacilación, la incertidumbre. Cualquier acción libera nuestro ánimo, incluso la peor resulta mejor que la inacción.

Je ne sais pas ce qu'on fait là, à moins d'une heure du déjeuner. Manger un beignet maintenant va me couper l'appétit. – Tu veux rire ! répliqua Prudence dans un éclat de rire bref. Tu n'as même pas d'appétit à couper.

I know I asked, but I don't want to know. I do want to know, but I don't want to know. It doesn't matter. If it's not Tayeb whoever, it'll be something else, and I'd always be playing catch-up. I was always playing catch-up.

Most procrastination is largely indecision. Someone has said that "hell is just truth seen too late."

..More choices in a limited time didn't mean didn't mean you could do everything-it meant that you could do anything, so you probably did nothing, frozen with indecision.

They wring their hands, should I do this, should I do that. They get seventeen different opinions. Then they do what they planned to do all along. If you give advice, they only blame you when it turns out bad.

One of Leibowitz's favorite stories was about a donkey placed equidistant from two bundles of hay. In the story the donkey can't decide which bundle of hay is closer to him, and so dies of hunger.

But how could I bring it up? I'd actually be asking something else, and I wasn't sure I was ready to open that box. Even if it turned out to be empty, it would never be properly reclosed. Utterance is a one-way street. Questions can never be unasked.

When you don't know what you want you clutch at everything, thinking that because it's new it will be better, and not realising that a nobody won't be happy with anything.

I second-guess and overthink and rethink every single thing that I do.

There was some indecision as to when I was born. My sister said it was 1916. I'd lost my birth certificate.

I used to second guess myself all the time. I can sit there and work in circles when I'm nervous about what I'm doing.

One falls to the ground in trying to sit on two stools.

The floor of ice cream parlor bothered me. It was black-and-white checkboard tile, bigger than supermarket checkboard. If I looked only at a white square, I would be all right, but it was hard to ignore the black squares that surrounded the white ones. The contrast got under my skin. The floor meant yes, no, this, that, up, down, day, night -all the indecisions and opposites that were bad enough in life without having them spelled out for you on the floor.

I'm Ambivalent. In fact that's my new favorite word. Do you know what it means ? I don't care.

When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.

I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.

saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

It was becoming more and more difficult for me to decide to do anything in those last days. And when I eventually did decide to do something, such as packing a suitcase, I only dragged all my grubby, expensive clothes out of the bureau and the closet and spread them on the chairs and the bed and the floor and then sat and stared at them, utterly perplexed. They seemed to have a separate, mulish identity of their own that refused to be washed and folded and stowed.

What do you have in mind after you graduate? I really don't know, I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.

from the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked… but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as i sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, straving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle an go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.