Quotes About Decision

Love takes your choices away.

The only alternative seems to be doing nothing…and doing nothing, I find, rarely accomplishes anything

I'm just saying that I think I chose the way I did in part because of you. Since I've met you, everything I've done has been in part because of you.

The Will I fell in love with, she almost said."And be Will," she finished instead. "Or I shall hit you with my umbrella.

She had no recollection, later, of having decided what to do next, or of having hunted for something to wear, but somehow she was hurrying down the stairs, dressed in shadowhunter gear, the letter in one hand and the chain with the ring clasped hastily around her throat.

She was falling for him again. Head over heels. That was probably the worst thing that could happen. What she didn't know was what the hell she was going to do about it.

Being good is something that one must choose over and over again, every day, throughout the day, for the rest of one's life.

No matter how dark you are, no matter what you think your heritage is or how inevitable your fall is, you can always make a choice in the next second to be different..

I'm here by choice, I reminded myself. I'm here because I can't bear to be not- here anymore. I'm here because I can't tell right from wrong, light from dark. I'm here because I can't stand being me. I'm here because I don't want anyone to know where I am.

Hunter looked around, thinking, deciding on another plan of approach. He was well acquainted with how stubborn I could be, and I could see him weighing his chances of getting through and changing my mind. He pushed himself off the house and stood before me. 'Tell me the instant you hear from Killian,' He said. I tried not to show my surprise. 'Okay.' 'I don't like this.' 'I know.' 'I hate this.' 'I know.' 'Right. So call me.

A vida passa enquanto estás a decidir o que hás de fazer

I was a kid once. When you meet my dad, ask him about the time my brother and I decided we wanted a yellow lab instead of a black one and spray-painted the dog.

Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it.

Blue Eyes, you will say yes to me?" "Tonight? Now?" "Yes, tonight. Before this time between us passes.

Studying her small face, Hunter realized two things: he didn't want her to be like anyone else, and, right or wrong, he had to bring this torturous waiting to an end, for both their sakes.

I'm leaving on a journey." "Ah, yes, a journey. Where are you going?" Hunter ignored the question. It was one thing to surrender to his woman, but quite another to admit it to his brother.

Only a White Eyes would walk when she had a perfectly good horse to ride.

You know, I should start thinking on names. I have to be over two months gone. A name is important. Especially for this baby." "Why especially this one?" Rachel asked, looking up from the bread she was kneading. "Names are important for everybody." Loretta sighed. "Well, with Hunter as the father, I have to think of names he'd approve of." "You call that child Running Water and I'll disown you.

Perhaps we have acted wrongly, sending you to fetch her. Perhaps it was meant for her to come of her own free will." Hunter swallowed back an argument. Though he didn't believe his little blue-eyes would ever return to Comancheria freely, his parents had agreed that he should take her home, and that was enough. "What will lead her back to me, pia ?" Woman with Many Robes smiled. "Fate, Hunter. It guides our footsteps. It will guide hers.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?" He seized her arm. "Not only that, but you gotta think about us and how it looks." Several other men gathered around. Loretta glanced at their taut faces, feeling trapped. She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.

Adversity is when a hero's two options are both bad.

Which was it? Which will it be? Solitude, misery, love?

said it back there, feelings are stronger than chains, you'll never see him as he really is because of your feeling for him, and if you've made up your mind to spend the rest of your days with him