Quotes About Indecision

The stupid moment when you can`t decide, 'Am I hungry, or just bored?'

Nothing is so exhausting as indecision, and nothing is so futile.

When you doubt, abstain.

The social sciences were for all those who had not yet decided what to do with their lives, and for all those whose premature frustrations led them into the sterile alleys of confrontation.

While the clerks chatted in a language I could not understand, I hesitated, yearning to take everything home but unable to choose.

But he never makes a call to ask for help. He cannot put his finger on precisely what is stopping him. He has had time to think about it. It remains an enigma. He scoured the internet in search of advice for pathological procrastinators. He drew up lists of what he had to lose, what he would be risking, and what he had to gain. It made no difference. He calls no-one.

Dad decided not to vote for Donner after all. He didn't vote for anyone. He said politicians turned his stomach.

If he no longer gave a shit, why did he give a shit?

He dithered but never dallied.

He is a very cautious man, and he believes wholeheartedly in nothing.

When I reached the street I didn't know whether to go right or left. Soon I'd have to start acting like a person who cared about what happened to him.

I'd thought something was required of me, but I hadn't wanted to find out what it was.

his hesitation. "Is it a

thought. Lumpish. And the word came to me: feckless.

It's only human to have a few doubts whether to play or not.

It's not easy being young. It's hard to know what to do.

My favorite, how did you put it now? Landscapes, animals, plants? Favorite what? Books, music, architecture, painting? I don't have any favorite animals, no favorite mosquitoes, favorite beetles, favorite worms, even with the best will in the world I cannot tell you which birds or fish or predators I prefer, it would also be difficult for me to have to choose much more generally.

Do you have to go," I asked, "or do you have to go?

Luckily, even as a young man not yet become himself, John Bridgens had two things besides indecision that kept him from self-destruction - books and a sense of irony.

Tomorrow, said the voice of fear in her head. It always said, tomorrow, whether it talked about going to the grocery store or starting a new painting. Tomorrow you'll be brave, fear whispered. Tomorrow you'll be normal. Just give me today. That was how fear stole whole lives away.

one half leaning in, one half pulling away.

What on earth shall I do

Things can harden meaningfully in the moment of indecision

Damn these indecisions! This accursed difficulty of deciding, of deciding anything at all, seemed to have grown into an obsession with him. To have to decide... that was the worst misery on earth!