Quotes About Decision

if someone "chose" you, what does that tell you? Doesn't it tell you that you were available to be "chosen"? Doesn't it tell you, in the end, that there are only two people in the world? The one who "chose" you? And the other who didn't?

Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?

their suburbia house in Brentwood was how she referred to the house when we bought it, a twelve-year-old establishing that it was not her decision, not her taste, a child claiming the distance all children imagine themselves to need.

I did that on purpose,' Lucille Miller told Erwin Sprengle later, 'to save myself from letting my heart do something crazy.

Was there time to go back? Could we have a different ending on Pacific time?

So she told me she was pregnant, it was an accident, and she wanted to know what to do and I went into the ladies' room because I knew I was going to cry and I didn't want to cry in front of her and I wanted to get the tears out of the way so I could act sensibly and then I heard the bomb and when I finally got out part of her was in the sherbet and part of her was in the street and you, you son of a bitch, you want someone to remember her.

There was more to be said for the power of regret than was often said.

To her amazement, the baby, even at this stage, was a fact, and not a choice of any kind. She

She marched to the door and said, if I ever marry, Patrick O'Sullivan, I shall make sure that my mate for life is a decent woman, or even, maybe, a book.

mean, you're not actually going to the party with him!" "Yes, I am," Hannah confirmed

Time & Money. They're always the deciding factors.

medications, but everything was under control." "Did Clayton give a reason why he wanted to quit working?

You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you've got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you're making a mistake.

How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

It's choice that makes us human.

Torn between fear and something that resembled love, she wrestled with questions she never dreamed she would face: How could she leave? Then again, how could she stay?

We make messes of our lives, but every now and then, we manage to do something that's exactly right. The challenge is figuring out which is which.

That's what love is, when your hindsight is 20/20, and you still wouldn't change a thing.

well, sometimes to get what you want the most, you have to do what you want the least.

This is just my way of pointing out that we people who leap without looking are not stupid. We know damn well we might be headed for a fall. But we also know that, sometimes, it's the only way out.

Your religion should help you make the decision if you find yourself in that situation, but the policy should exist for you to have the right to make it in the first place. When you say you can't do something because your religion forbids it, that's a good thing. When you say I can't do something because YOUR religion forbids it, that's a problem.

What's worse ...? The devil you don't know ... or the devil you do?

Sometimes knowing what's right isn't a rational decision, or even what works on paper. Sometimes leaving is the best course of action after all.