Quotes About Decision

The heart was a weak, changeable thing, bent on nothing but love, and there could be no more fatal mistake than to make it your master… So why did she still keep following her heart?

A veces, cuando uno no sabe qué hacer, un buen enfado ayuda.

In our choices lie our fate.

That was the trouble with writing, there were such an infinite number of turns the story could take. How were you to know which one was right?

Ein Apfel?' Louis wick zurück. 'Ich rühr keine Äpfel an. Zwei meiner Tanten sind so vergiftet werden.

Em nossas escolhas encontra-se o nosso destino.

But the people who had to use the software were never actually consulted in the purchase cycle, so why bother to

I didn't say no because between safety and adventure I choose adventure.

Being in the wrong place never helps you do the right thing

A HERO... IS... FOREVER. Adieu, Snotlout. I could not have done this without you. I carry you with me, every step I take, every decision I make. You are part of my blood, and I would never have gotten this far without you. We shall meet again, in a better world than this one.

Anarchism is the revolutionary idea that no one is more qualified than you are to decide what your life will be.

Who chooses what we know or what's important? I know I have to decide these things for myself.

The margin between staying and leaving was so thin; really, it could have gone either way.

I have been granted the terrible privilege of deciding what would have happened with no one left to contradict me. And maybe I am absolutely wrong.

My own preferences had little bearing on the outcome of events.

I cried because I knew for certain that I was leaving home, and abruptly, I did not know if it was such a good idea- I realized that I, like my parents, had never believed I'd actually go.

She wasn't wrong, which wasn't the same as the idea being a wise one.

Yet even so, the margin between staying and leaving was so thin. Really, it could have gone either way. Sometimes I think that my years of diligent schoolwork and political idealism had given me the erroneous notion that if one choice, one plan, was hard and the other was easy, doing the hard thing was inherently better—worthier, more upstanding.

Griff had the guarded face of a man who had much to lose by the wrong choice, although he had never had anything to lose. Griff's smile visited his face like a stranger who was only asking directions on his way through to another town.

As best she could, in her secluded position, she was considering how she might secure further choices, and what they might be — once this, her first free choice, had played itself out.

Her soul's already knotted over the choice of side-order, you can tell. She'll end up getting coleslaw anyway, on account of Mom says it's healthy. It's vegetables, see. Me, I need something healthier today. Like the afternoon bus out of town.

It seems to me a wrong and bitter thing to do, to bring a child into this world.

don't you REALLY WANT to get married?

But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies.