Quotes About Decision

The dog would run a few steps toward the house, circle once or twice as though unable to decide what to do next, then run back into the wood, turn, and run again toward the house, all the while whining with agitation, tail low and wavering. "Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ," I said. "Bloody Timmy's in the well!" I

Mmphm," he said. "Hell of a choice, there. A stick up the cock, or a finger up the backside, eh?

Was a struggle to choose one's own destiny less worthwhile than the necessity to stop a great evil?

Might he ever see Jamie Fraser again? There was a good chance he would not. If chance did not kill him, cowardice might. The mania of confession was on him; best make the most of it. His quill had dried; he did not dip it again. I love you, he wrote, the strokes light and fast, making scarcely a mark upon the paper, with no ink. I wish it were not so. Then he rose, scooped up the scribbled papers, and, crushing them into a ball, threw them into the fire.

I ran out of brandy and was trying to decide whether I might walk downstairs to look for more without breaking my neck, or whether I'd had enough not to feel guilty about drinking the whole bottle of laudanum instead. And then John came in.

mouth worked a little, but he shook his head. "I Ã¢â'¬Â¦ no. Perhaps 

Sometimes our best actions result in things that are most regrettable. And yet you could not have acted otherwise.

therefore you have little guidance other than your own conscience and the hand of God. I cannot tell you what you should do, or not do.

I prayed all the way up that hill yesterday, he said softly. Not for you to stay; I didna think that would be right. I prayed I'd be strong enough to send ye away.

My life is yours. And it's yours to decide what we shall do, where we go next. To France, to Italy, even back to Scotland. My heart has been yours since first I saw ye, and you've held my soul and body between your two hands here, and kept them safe. We shall go as ye say.

his hesitation. "Is it a

thinking I meant to snatch this treat for myself, but I pushed

D'accordo, sibilai tra i denti, mentre flettevo con cautela la mano destra ancora formicolante. Cos'è che si deve fare, quando si colpisce un osso e si perde il coltello? Esiste una procedura fissa in questi casi? Oh, aye, rispose Rupert, sghignazzando. Tiri fuori la pistola con la sinistra e lo fai secco.

Et papa ? - Et papa quoi ? - Fait-il partie de ceux qui ont toujours su ) quoi ils étaient destinés ? Les mains de Claire s'arrêtèrent un instant. - Oh ! oui, il sait. - Quoi ? Un laird, un chef ? Sa mère hésita, réfléchissant. - Non, répondit-elle enfin. Elle prit le pilon et se mit à écraser la marjolaine. Son parfum s'éleva dans la pièce comme de l'encens. - Un homme. Ce qui n'est pas rien.

I have been in perturbation of mind for days, debating whether I shall write it, and now, having written, whether to send it.

Brianna was twenty-three. She might be no more than in her mid-thirties by the time Jem was fully independent. And if he no longer needed her care—she and Roger might possibly go back. Back to her own time, to safety—to the interrupted life that had been hers by birth. But only if she had no further children, whose helplessness would keep her here.

She gave him a long, level look. "And how does thee know that the Lord has not spoken to me, as well?" His eyes twinkled behind his spectacles. "I am happy for thee. What did He say?" "He said, 'Keep thy fat-headed brother from committing suicide, for I will require his blood at thy hand,' " she snapped, slapping his hand away from the bridle. "If we are going to join the army, Denny, let us go and

Ye must do it, and it makes no difference if you're afraid-ye'll do it. It's only when ye ken ye can say no that it takes courage.

What would I do if he forbade me to go? Alternatives raced through my mind, everything from planting the ivory letter-opener between his ribs to burning down the house with him in it.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he I didn't have the strength, myself.

It was as if there was a - it wasna a door, exactly, but a passageway of some kind - before me. And I could go through it, if I wanted. And I did want to, he said, giving me a sideways glance and a shy smile. He had known what lay behind him, too, and realized that for that moment, he could choose. Go forward - or turn back. And that's when you asked me to touch you? I knew ye were the only thing that could bring me back, he said, I didn't have the strength, myself.

It took a bit more argument, but at last she consented

There's a reason why the hero never dies, you know," I said, and attempted a smile, though my face felt stiff and false. "When the worst happens, someone still has to decide what to do.

There's nothing here for ye! Nothing save danger." "Is there really nothing here for me?" I had asked. Too honorable to speak, he had answered nonetheless, and I had made my choice.