Quotes About Decision

once told Wendell that I'm a terrible decision maker, that often what I think I want doesn't turn out the way I'd imagined.

Between stimulus and response there is a space. In that space is our power to choose our response.

every decision they make is based on two things: fear and love.

There is a continuing decision to be made as to whether to evade pain, or to tolerate it and therefore modify

thought about how regret can go one of two ways: it can either shackle you to the past or serve as an engine for change.

But, Wendell says, like my patient, I've come up with my own way to cope. If I screw up my life, I can engineer my own death rather than have it happen to me. It may not be what I want, but at least I'll choose it. Like cutting off my nose to spite my face, this is a way to say, Take that, uncertainty.

I once told Wendell that I'm a terrible decision maker, that often what I think I want doesn't turn out the way I'd imagined. But there were two notable exceptions, and both proved to be the best decisions of my life. In each case, I was nearly forty. One was my decision to have a baby. The other was my decision to become a therapist.

stimulus and response in order to choose his freedom.

No way was he going off to D.C. leaving Taylor in Texas to finish up her odd double major in theatre and human biology without at least getting engaged.

In all your dealings, remember that today is your opportunity; tomorrow some other fellow's.

The more I deal in it, the surer I am that human nature is all of the same critter, but that there's a heap of choice in the cuts.

Austin could do little more than stare at the woman. "It's a prairie dog," he reminded her. Cautiously, she brushed her fingers over its head. "It's just a baby. Please help her." Dee was looking at him with so much hope in her big brown eyes that he couldn't do what he knew needed to be done. He slipped his gun into his holster. Thank God, she was married to his brother and not to him. Dallas could break her heart. Austin wouldn't.

What had seemed so simple then seemed so complicated now. Doors had closed and opportunities had opened. She felt lost, at a crossroads, not knowing which path to take.

He wondered if his own child would like to have a dog, then shook off the thought. He was years away from having a child. He needed a wife first—and obtaining her would be far more trouble than obtaining a mistress. Here, he had yet to get a mistress.

A man always has a choice

right. She didn't expect him to ever forgive her, wasn't certain she'd ever forgive herself. At the time, she'd had no choice, no options—or at least not any that she could see. In hindsight—

Evet, hayat böyle bir ?ey i?te', diye k?z? o ho? ruh halinde tutmaya çabalayarak onaylad?. 'Büyük kuramlar geli?tiriyoruz, ruhen uyumlu olmak istiyoruz, her ?eyi k?l? k?rk yararcas?na s?namak istiyoruz, ama sonunda ba?ka hiçbir i?arete bakmadan an?n bah?ettikeliyle seçiyoruz birbirimizi.

Trepidation is either the sign of great weakness or great wisdom.

Hold'em — like life itself — has its defining moment. It's the flop. When you see the flop, you're looking at 71 percent of your hand, and the cost is only a single round of betting.

The myriad choices of his fate Set themselves out upon a plate For him to choose What had he to lose

There's no real alternative to what there is.

Scientific and religious beliefs are important to people; but they are (usually) neither foundational premises, backing one outcome in advance against all others, nor ex post facto rationalizations, disguising personal preferences in the language of impersonal authority. They are only tools for decision making, one of the pieces people try to bundle together with other pieces, like moral teachings and selfish interests and specific information, when they need to reach a decision.

It was one of those moments when the universe is poised to plunge down a different path.

You make the decision: Whom did God punish?