Quotes About Resolution

My wallpaper and I are fighting a duel to the death. One of us has got to go.

Every problem has a limited life span.

Packard rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "I ast you not to start a riot with my boys and now I hear you kicked one of my stagehands in the nuts. You got anything to say about that?" Daisy said, "Never happened.

They say - "they" being the great philosophers, or possibly the cast of Seinfeld - that breaking up is like pushing over a Coke machine. You can't just do it, you have to set the thing in motion, rock it back and forth a few times.

My good man, could we have one deadly issue to deal with at a time?

The men made war, he thought, not for the first time. The women suffered, and fought for the peace.

Wait!" he yelled. I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped. Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.

What now?" Conrad didn't let me off the hook that easy. He said, "What now with you and Jeremiah or with you and me?

It wasn't was easy as picking one over the other. Nothing ever was. It wasn't as though I'd even had a choice, not really.

Things have a way of settling back.

I went over and over everything that had ever happened between us. I couldn't keep doing it, going back and fourth, holding her close and then pushing her away. It wasn't right

not the kind of girl to break up and get back together on a whim; once she's decided something, that's it. There's no waffling, no regrets. It's like she said: when she's done, she's just done.

people who don't face their problems head-on are the worst kind of cowards.

And I feel like all the tension and bad feelings between us evaporate into nothingness.

Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it!" He looks away. "Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we'll talk about it later? My mom's expecting you.

But what now? What am I supposed to do with all these feelings? I suppose there´s only one thing I can do. I´ll write him another letter. A postscript with as many pages as it takes to X away whatever feelings I have left for him. I´ll put this wholw thing to rest once and for all. I go to my room and I find my special writing pen, the one with the really smooth inky-blackink. I take out my heavy writing paper, and I begin to write.

I read his texts over and over. They're spaced minutes apart, so I know he must be fretting over whether I'm mad or not. I don't want to be mad. I just want things to go back to how they were before.

Not the kind of fights you can't take back

Once she's decided something, that's it.

I don't want to be in a fight with him; I just want it to be fun and light the way it always is with us. I want him to at least still be my friend.

until one of us leaves crying. Usually it's Mark, but this time I am afraid it will be me. Please, please don't let it be me. "You're the one who could

OBVIOUSLY YOU STRIKE OUT AGAINST PEOPLE WITHIN RANGE. IT'S CATHARTIC TO AFFECT SOMEONE WHEN YOU'RE ANGRY. ALTERNATIVELY, CHOOSE ENEMIES IMPOSSIBLY FAR AWAY SO YOU NEVER HAVE TO FIGHT.

You think you want the blue skies, the open road, but really you want the tunnel, you want to know how the story ends.

Peace is a fragile thing. It takes courage to secure it. It takes wisdom to maintain it.