Quotes About Decision

Sometimes it was better to pick the first purpose that made sense and live for it single-mindedly than dither between goals that couldn't all be achieved.

Given enough idleness & time, she could talk herself into either loving or hating the man

I miss anonymity. People have a right to disappear if they want to. It's a personal decision, isn't it? Everyone should have autonomy. We owe it to them as fellow human beings to support their decisions, even if we do not agree with them.

caught in a Scarlett O'Hara loop of promising herself that she would think about it tomorrow.

got to figure out before I die whether I want to be happy or I want to be right.

Claire shook her head. She was scared that he wasn't taking her seriously. She was also scared that he was. They were down the rabbit hole now. There was no turning back.

Paul looked at the man for the first time since he'd walked through the door. "Should I go punch him in the nose?" "Yes." "Will you take me to the hospital when he punches me back?" "Yes." Paul smiled, but only because she was smiling, too. "So, how does it feel to be untethered?

And Helen's, too. The last time Lydia had talked to her mother, Helen had said, "Don't make me choose between you and your sister." To which Lydia had responded, "I think you already have.

Because I want you to stay at Rick's tonight." Lydia paused. "Because I said so." She paused again. "Sweetheart, I know you're an adult, but adults are like vampires. The older ones are much more powerful.

looked like a deformed monkey holding either a baseball bat or an erect penis in his three-fingered hand. Lena sighed, wondering what the fuck she was doing here. Maybe she should just go to the station tomorrow and talk to Jeffrey. There had to be a way to convince him that she was not involved in this case. She should just go home right now, pour herself a drink, and try to get some sleep, so that when the

Belle Isle Andy hadn't had a drink since she'd returned home. She wasn't sure whether or not she wanted to break the streak. Still, she took a cup and sat cross-legged on the floor so that her dad could sit in the chair

Nice to have an option," Sara mumbled. Cathy had practically poked her girls with a stick. "What

Claire joined her, absently watching a lone squirrel hop across the decking and drink saline water from the pool. Asking what to do next was a loaded question, because what it all boiled down to was whether or not Claire wanted to know more. This was past red pill/blue pill. This was skinning the proverbial onion.

No one can come back and start over, but everybody can move forward and decide the ending.

He reconciles them with God through His death. That means that in His own death He makes their peace with God--before they themselves have decided for this peace and quite apart from that decision. In believing, they are only conforming to the decision about them that has already been made in Him.

It is easy to imagine a society which, having reached a certain level of consumption, consciously decides to give absolute priority to a single goal: reduction of the work load.

People always tell me I'm going to regret not having kids. But what if I have one and then I regret having it? Has anyone thought of that option?

So this is what it's like to be in love? he mused quietly. And then he frowned. Damn. Now what do I do?

Lucinda," she finally returned most cordially, "if I were to be marooned on a desert island for the remainder of my days and must needs choose between your company and that of an organ-grinder's flea-bitten monkey, I should not hesitate a moment before opting for the latter.

I don't think I'm nuts, though, and I don't think you do, either, but you have to make up your own mind. Nothing works if you don't start there.

Choice, it seemed, was one of the first casualties of war.

Juliet felt slighted yet relieved. It was curious how you could hold two quite opposing feelings at the same time, an unsettling emotional discord. She felt an odd pang at the sight of him. She had been fond of him. She had been his girl. Reader, I didn't marry him, she thought.

he had stayed...because something told him that this was the life that had to be lived out.

A man does not necessarily sin who does that which our reason and our conscience condemn.