Quotes About Decision

This is not our fight', the old man said. 'British or American, that is not the choice. You must choose your own side, find your road through the valley of darkness that will lead you to the river Jordan. . . Look hard for your river Jordan, my child. You'll find it.

Eve ate the apple because Adam was afraid

I stand on the edge of a cliff, wondering if I'm going to fall or jump.

This is not our fight,' the old man said. 'British or American, that is not the choice. You must choose your own side, find your road through the valley of darkness that will lead you to the river Jordan.

My father stood and said, I will not live without my mind, then shook the doctor's hand and told me it was time to go home.

slowly I can't stand this bled into I can't stay here trickled through I should leave swelled into I want to leave rose into a tidal wave of I'm going

Other than that, employ this rule: A book gets fifty pages. If you aren't dying to get back to it the next day, move on over to the next one.

Once I had been jerked back to reality, like I was in a log on Splash Mountain and someone quickly applied the brakes, I knew this had been a terrible choice, but I was in it now. There was no getting out; there was no abandoning the mission.

I wouldn't mention that to him, if I were you.> < Ah, but if you /were/ me, perhaps you would.> --Pirate King, chapter 9

he was sort of a yutz, and he would have married her, because that went along with being the kind of yutz he was, but thank God she said something to her Aunt Vicki, and Vicki had a cousin who knew somebody

But that wouldn't happen to us. I'd read a book of John Barth's, The End of the Road, and I'd absorbed its most important lesson. When you have to make a choice, and all else fails, take the one on the left.

One always falls in love with the love-choice of the person one loves.

We start to die when we no longer have the power to choose.

If, of all words of tongue and pen, The saddest are, It might have been,' More sad are these we daily see: 'It is, but hadn't ought to be!'

Never make a decision when you are upset, sad, jealous or in love.

I'm trying to decide whether to be happy or sad. We have to be better than this or we will struggle.

"Don't you want to join us?" I was recently asked by an acquaintance when he ran across me alone after midnight in a coffeehouse that was already almost deserted. "No, I don't," I said.

Whatever side I take, I know well that I will be blamed.

The sad fact is that the vast majority of drunks stay drunks. There's a small minority of us who reach that fork in the road where one side says 'live' and the other says 'drink'.

My parents will be sad for a while, and they may even blame themselves, the way they do now. Eventually they'll come to peace with my decision. I hope they'll realize I'm finally at peace.

When given the choice, we'd all rather be happy now … even if that guarantees we'll all be sad later.

You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible.

The British people have decided to leave. It is a sad decision but one which I respect. The vote puts the European Union in difficulties. It must recognise its shortfalls.

Maybe it would feel nice. Maybe it wouldn't feel like a betrayal. Besides, who was I betraying, anyway? Just myself.