Quotes About Consequence

I doubt you will enjoy it. But that is the price of change. Someone always pays.

You put yourself here. Set this trap for yourself. So if you feel trapped by it now, it is your own fault. - The Director

Ese día mi suerte quedó echada.

Every command leaves behind a painful sting in the person who is forced to carry it out.

there is "response" in responsibility.

Those who kept silent yesterday will remain silent tomorrow.

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher because they're still out there, haunting you with the what ifs.

I've never regretted doing anything in my life as much as I've regretted not doing it. There were a few times when in my heart I knew the right thing to do, but I listened to other people, or I didn't have the guts, or it didn't make sense, or I don't know.… There was some false voice inside posing as logic when it was really just my own fear talking. The times I didn't stay true, didn't stay congruent, I paid the price.

IF YOU COULD LIVE ONE day in your life over again and change the outcome of something that happened that day, what day would it be?

YOU COULD LIVE ONE day in your life over again and change the outcome of something that happened that day, what day would it be? This is a question many people have difficulty answering. Not Iris Winters. She knows the day, and she knows exactly how she'd change what happened.

She stubbed out the butt on her clipboard, one marked by a variety of small black burn spots, and flicked it away heedlessly—beaning her production assistant in the side of the head in the process.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving. I didn't want to destroy anything or anybody. I just wanted to slip quietly out the back door, without causing any fuss or consequences, and then not stop running until I reached Greenland.

The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.

Oh my God, baby, you are in so much trouble.

Equally disquieting are the times when we do make a choice, only to later feel as though we have murdered some other aspect of our being by settling on one single concrete decision.

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.

Destiny, I feel, is also a relationship—a play between divine grace and willful self-effort. Half of it you have no control over; half of it is absolutely in your hands, and your actions will show measurable consequence. Man

I keep remembering one of my Guru's teachings about happiness. She says that people universally tend to think that happiness is a stroke of luck, something that will maybe descend upon you like fine weather if you're fortunate enough. But that's not how happiness works. Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it.

Having a baby is like getting a tattoo on your face. You really need to be certain it's what you want before you commit.

Then you made an expensive error.

If the person of most consequence in the world has chosen to prefer us over all others, then we become accustomed to having what we wish for. Wasn't that the case with you, as well? How can we not feel that we are strong—people like you and me?

Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it…..

this method? Yeah, sure. It works great. Till it kills you.

She swallowed and licked her lips. "It's rather good." He laughed breathlessly. Have care, part of his brain whispered. This way only leads to pain. But his c*ck was pressing hard against the placket of his breeches and he wanted to take her hand and draw her away to his rooms and keep her there until she learned to scream in pleasure. Until she screamed his name and no other.