Quotes About Decision

The train comes. If you stay on the tracks, you die. If you jump off the bridge, you die, There's always a train coming eventually.

like you can just drive to a store and get a life

Up or down. We're you in an up or down?

I guess it's a choice we make, she said. What's a choice? I asked. And she said, How much of the world we let it.

We're still here, if you want to come back.' 'I'm told there's no going back. So I'm choosing forward.

It's over when you decide it's over, she says. When you call it a night. The rest is just a matter of where the sun is in the sky.

yesterday, n. You called to ask me when I was coming home, and when I reminded you that I wasn't coming home, you sounded so disappointed that I decided to come home.

You must ask yourself this: Will you decide when love's going to work and when it isn't? You have been pronouncing too much and feeling too little.

Persevere, v. Those first few weeks, after you told me, I wasn`t sure we were going to make it. After working for so long on being sure of each other, sure of this thing, suddenly we were unsure again. I didn`t know whether or to touch you, sleep with you, have sex with you. Finally, I said, "It`s over." You started to cry, and I quickly said, "No – I mean this part is over. We have to get to the next part.

Normal people don't have to decide what's worth remembering. You are given a hierarchy, recurring characters, the help of repetition, of anticipation, the firm hold of a long history. But I have to decide the importance of each and every memory. I only remember a handful of people, and in order to do that, I have to hold tight, because the only repetition available—the only way I am going to see them again—is if I conjure them in my mind.

But the more I live with it, and the more I live in general, the more I realize: We all have days that could alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.

But there are moments—either in your own life or the life of the world around you—when an event looks you right in the eye and says: This is important. What are you going to do?

We all have days that alter the course of our lives. Not each and every day, maybe. But a lot of them. Most of them.

she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next -A

When you date someone, you have the markers along the way, right: You kiss, you have The Talk, you say the Three Little Words, you sit on a swing set and break up. You can plot the points on a graph. And you check up with each other along the way: Can I do this? If I say this, will you say it back? But with friendship, there's nothing like that. Being in a relationship, that's something you choose. Being friends, that's just something you are.

Maybe tonight you're scared of falling, and maybe there's somebody here or somewhere else you're thinking about, worrying over, fretting over, trying to figure out if you want to fall, or how and when you're gonna land, and I gotta tell you friends that to stop thinking about the landing, because it's all about falling.

Will, you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.

It was reckless of me to make a potentially life-determining decision on nothing more than my naked ruminations. So I resolved to examine the evidence.

In short-term affairs, women can be very choosy because they have so many options to chose from.

He considers turning back but he knows what lies behind him and he wants no part of it. Just as it wants no part of him.

If I could go back would I do it differently? Well, I can't go back.

It is a poem about the necessity of choosing that somehow, like its author, never makes a choice itself—that instead repeatedly returns us to the same enigmatic, leaf-shadowed crossroads.

Another thing that dissipates anger is our mere willingness to relinquish it. Willingness is our overall decision to find a better way, to stop relying on anger, and to move up to courage and acceptance. This willingness already starts the process of relinquishing anger.

When you refuse the devil, you always think you'll get another chance, another offer. A final refusal feels like a penalty of a different kind.