Quotes About Decision

It wasn't the hand a person was dealt that determined the outcome—it was the person holding the cards who made the difference. And he'd laid his cards down long ago. At the foot of the cross.

He kissed her forehead and the curve of her cheek. "I love you, McKenna. I have for some time now. And when Hawkins mentioned the option of you marrying today . . ." He brushed the hair from her temple and kissed her there. Twice. A weakness settled in her knees. His laughter came soft. "It wasn't hard for me to know what I wanted to do. So just to be clear . . . honor had little to do with my actions today. They were mostly selfish at heart.

We all change. The causes are different; that's all. Some people change because they want to, some because they have to. Sometimes it's a choice and sometimes it's not. You didn't get to pick.

Any place is a palace if your heart decides so.

When in doubt, shoot the wizard.

But give me more credit than that. Someone else may have dealt the hand, but I picked it up off the table, I played every card, and I had my reasons.

I know I said that I always choose the anticlimactic over the irrevocable, and yes of course what I meant was that I have always been a coward, but I lied: not always, there was that night, there was that one time.

Foreshadow, plot buster or red herring... only time will tell: P69 -- Cassie waited; in the evening light through the window her eyes looked huge, opaque and watchful. I knew she was giving me a chance to say, Fuck the hair clip, let's forget we ever found it. Even now the temptation, tired and profitless though it may be, is to wonder what would have happened if I had.

Sacrifice is not an option, or an anachronism; it´s a fact of life. We all cut off our own limbs to burn on some altar. The crucial thing is to choose an altar that is worth it and a limb you can accept losing.

The button developed a life of its own, swollen with symbolism, a single chance at salvation pulsing redly in the corner and if I blew it too soon or left it too late then I was lost.

I felt different, changing. Like today was my day, if I could just figure out how. Like danger, but my danger, sweet tricky urgent luck, tumbling through the air, heads or tails?

If you don't know this by now, mate, you'd better write it down and learn it by heart: the right thing is not always the same as what's in your pretty little rule book.

By the time he's forty, a man's either in the habit of being married or he's not.

course, he didn't actually want her to go, nor did she care to join him. The tension in her shoulders eased a little, realizing he wanted her to say no. Pretending to contemplate his invitation, Zoe relaxed

It's true what they say … it's never the things you did that haunt you most … it's the things you didn't do, but wish you had.

Zoe dropped the towel back onto the floor, glancing at the bedroom clock: 3:52. Twenty-three minutes

It was the only right answer.

Who would not prefer the latter?

NOTHING goes exactly as planned. Make your OWN destiny

Love is the enemy of sound judgment, and occasionally this is in service of the good.

Looking back on it, it's like watching a horror flick and wondering why the characters are so determined to ignore the danger signs. When a spectral voice says, GET OUT, you should do it. But in real life, you don't know that you're in a scary movie. You think your wife is being overly emotional. You quietly hope it's because she's pregnant, because a baby is what you need to lock this thing in and throw away the key.

When a spectral voice says, get out, you should do it. But in real life, you don't know that you're in a scary movie.

I am neither religious nor superstitious, but there is something otherworldly about the space where two roads come together. The devil is said to set up shop there if you want to swap your soul for something more useful. If you believe that God can be bribed, it's also the hallowed ground to make sacrifices. In the literal sense, it's also a place to change direction, but once you've changed it, you're stuck until you come to another crossroads, and who knows how long that will be.

Roy, I know that we had a choice, but really, we didn't have a choice. I mourned as though I had miscarried. My body apparently was fertile soil, but my life was not. You may feel that you're carrying a burden, but I shoulder a load as well. So now you know. We are bearing two different crosses.