Quotes About Decision

It's just that this might be the last train to happy. And you want to make sure to get on it." Felipe

I have no idea what to do." Which was my mom's way of saying, "Now you do something." When my mom said she was out of ideas, it meant I had to step up.

You can do anything you want, so long as you're willing to pay the bill when it comes in.

The other part of it was that sometimes you just have to take a chance on something, because otherwise you definitely end up with nothing. You just have to be a brave girl sometimes, like I told the baby a thousand times that night.

these little calculated risks. All the time. Nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of a thousand nothing goes wrong. And the one time it does, we blame the person who took the risk, tell them they should have known better than to ever do such a thing. Which

I decided to leave my bags there at the hotel. It was a risky move, because I knew if I didn't get back to fetch them by noon, I could be on the hook for another day's two-dollar charge.

just kind of poke at the bait. Or grab

We take all these little calculated risks. All the time. Nine hundred and ninety-nine times out of a thousand nothing goes wrong. And the one time it does, we blame the person who took the risk, tell them they should have known better than to ever do such a thing. Which

There's some things in this life you can change and some you can't. I'm sure August tells you the same thing. Here's what you do when the time comes to talk to your dad. Here's what I do. I say to my creator, 'I'm about to open my mouth here. And, historically, that's been a dicey thing, as we both know. So some help is in order. So let me know what you want me to say to this person in this situation. Say it through me.

What I'm saying," he said, rising to a bit more anger now, his cheeks flushing slightly, "is that I'd like to know what good my life is to me." "The value of your life is your own choosing," Nathan said.

Wondering why life was always a process of choosing the lesser of two evils. Why couldn't a person have all of what they'd been wanting?

I ate my chocolate ice cream, wondering why anyone would get vanilla when they could get chocolate.

We deal with everything, because, short of actually deciding not to live anymore, we don't have any other option. Not one damned option.

Once you throw down that gauntlet of ultimatum, the "one more thing" will happen. Nat figured it probably wouldn't even matter much what it was. It would be the straw that broke her. And it had been defined. Prepared for. So it would happen. It was only a matter of time.

nobody does anything wrong until the moment they do.

Funny how we do things before there's even time to think how it will turn out.

Still, she was not sorry. If the world is divided into seeing and not seeing, Marya thought, I shall always choose to see.

Oh, but Masha, can't you see? You are. An Ivan has come. That is like saying, Midnight has struck. It is time for bed, little one. You cannot have both. In war you must always choose sides. One or the other. Silver or black. Human or demon. If you try to be a bridge laid down between them, they will tear you in half.

But the trouble is, I do want to be surprised. I want to choose. I broke the heart of my fate so that I could choose. I never chose; I only saw a little girl who looked like me standing on a gear at the end of the world and laughing, and that's not choosing, not really. Wouldn't you rather I chose you? Wouldn't you rather I picked our future out of all the others anyone could have?

A choice is like a jigsaw puzzle, darling troll. Your worries are the corner pieces, and your hopes are the edge pieces, and you, Hawthorn, dearest of boys, are the middle pieces, all funny-shaped and stubborn. But the picture, the picture was there all along, just waiting for you to get on with it.

The trouble was, September didn't know what sort of story she was in. Was it a merry one or a serious one? How ought she to act? If it was merry, she might dash after a Spoon and it would all be a grand adventure, with funny rhymes and somersaults and a grand party at the end with red lanterns. But if it was a serious tale, she might have to do something important, something involving with snow and arrows and enemies.

Don't worry, my little lump of rock. Everybody gets a chance to choose. Or else where would irony come from?

everything in the world is a boxing match in your heart, between Boldness and Not-Boldness. You let them holler inside you and wallop each other with Arguments For and Against. Then you end by betting on one or the other and that's how things get decided.

You are not the chosen one, September. Fairyland did not choose you – you chose yourself.