Quotes About Decision

Vanye: You're asking me to kill you. Luthiel: I'm asking you to save her.

So it is with blackberries. If you pull too hard, you may get the berry but you will lose the sweetness of it. On the other hand, if you leave it, it may be gone the next time you come by. Each person must find this point of equilibrium for himself.

In the creative process you do not make choices about what you do not want. You make choices about what you do want.

Some people choose "to go to college" rather than choose "to be educated", or choose "to eat health foods" rather than choose "to be healthy." Because this kind of choice invests undue power in the process, the result is inextricably tied to the process, and the ways in which the desired result can come about are limited.

Often, the person reaches a point where there is a choice between two conflicting interests: reducing the emotional discomfort or seeing what is really going on. The person needs to make a value choice at this point. Which is more important to you, seeing reality or feeling okay? Almost always, the person chooses to see reality, and therefore, to let the emotional chips fall wherever they may.

When you merely choose a process, you do not establish structural tension, and you do not make energy available to complete the creative process.

Courage is the human virtue that counts most--courage to act on limited knowledge and insufficient evidence. That's all any of us have

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

It's a funny thing that when a man hasn't anything on earth to worry about, he goes off and gets married.

A jury consists of twelve persons chosen to decide who has the better lawer.

Don't ever take a fence down until you know why it was put up.

I hold it to be the inalienable right of anybody to go to hell in his own way.

No man can control his belief. You hear evidence for and against, and the integrity of the soul stands at the scales and tells which side rises and which side falls. You can not believe as you wish. You must believe as you must.

while life has but one entrance, it has exits innumerable, and as I choose the house in which I live, the ship in which I will sail, so will I choose the time and manner of my death.

Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

As suddenly as they had reached for each other, they broke apart. Tears were rolling down Robin's face. For one moment of madness, Strike yearned to say, "Come with me", but there are words that can never be unsaid or forgotten, and those, he knew, were some of them.

she'd seen a flicker of something in his face that wasn't mere friendship, and they'd hugged, and she'd felt . . . Best not to dwell on that hug, on how like home it had felt, on how a kind of insanity had gripped her at that moment, and she'd imagined him saying 'come with me' and known she'd have gone if he had.

Hesitation was fatal. Choose.

A pause. Sense entered into a short, violent skirmish with instinct and inclination, and was overwhelmed.

Strike's eyes followed her hand, but what caught his attention was not the small stack of neatly written papers she was showing him, but the sapphire engagement ring. There was a pause. Robin wondered why her heart was pummeling her ribs. How ridiculous to feel defensive . . . it was up to her whether she married Matthew . . . ludicrous even to feel she had to state that to herself . . .

Robin remained quite still in front of her dressing table, staring down at the box containing her wedding shoes, thinking. She saw the risks plainly spread beneath her, like the rocks and raging waters beneath a tightrope walker's feet.

Where was her red line?

He knew that his personal tipping point was drawing nearer; that moment by which, unless he left, he would find it too onerous to go, to readjust to

Now she hesitated, wondering whether she dare do what she wanted . . . but surely, if they were best friends, it was all right?