Quotes About Decision

Sino sabes a dónde vas, cualquier camino te llevará allí

Demasiado tarde para correcciones! —exclamó la Reina Roja—: Una vez que has dicho algo, ¡Ya está!, debes asumir las consecuencias.

Would you like an adventure now or shall we have tea first?

If you don't know where you're going, any road will get you there.

There is a time in every life when paths are chosen, character is forged. I could have chosen a different path. But I didn't. I failed myself.

Who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

Eve didn't choose to eat the apple. She was tempted by the serpent. Yes, I argue, thoughts coming out half-formed. But...she didn't have to take a bite. She chose to.

I know I've done the right thing but I couldn't feel worse about it, and I suppose that is part of what it is to lead.

I changed my mind. I don't want to be an inveshtigative journalist anymore. I want to be a professional rum drinker." "There are people who do that," Duff said. He'd barely sipped his rum. "Really? What do you call them?" "Alcoholics.

Okay. That's fair. Abso-tive-ly fair. Let's say the tables were turned. If I were about to walk off a cliff, what would you do?" Evie pursed her lips. "Push?" "I don't believe that." "You would on the way down.

Did you hear? You are free. Yessss. Choice. It is a fine thing. And I choose to take you back, Most High.

There are no wrong decisions ? only different ones.

Sosie wasn't sure how to answer. Since she could remember, she'd had crushes on both girls and guys. They were person-specific infatuations - Brian Levithan's wicked sense of humour was every bit as sexy as Valerie Martnez's sweet smile and amazing krunk routines. It seemed odd to Sosie that she had to make some hard-and-fast decision about such an arbitrary, individual thing as attraction, like having to declare an orientation major: I am straight with a minor in gay.

I will never, ever drink whiskey again. From now on, it's strictly sherry.

Yeah, well, who but the mad would choose to keep on living? In the end, aren't we all just a little crazy?

Miss McCleethy stands to address us. Thank you, Miss Bradshaw. That was a nice start to our day. A nice start? It was lovely. Perfect, in fact. Miss McCleethy has no passion at all, I decide. I shall be forced to give her two bad conduct marks in my invisible ledger.

It seemed odd to Sosie that she had to make some hard-and-fast decision about such an arbitrary, individual thing as attraction, like having to declare an orientation major: I am straight with a minor in gay.

And falling for Sam Lloyd was the don't-you-dare cherry on top of a worst-idea sundae.

I don't want to have this conversation. It's sunny out. There's bacon downstairs. My life is starting over today. I've just made it official.

Si Evie había aprendido alguna verdad a lo largo de su corta vida, era que el perdón era más sencillo de buscar que el permiso. Aunque tampoco tenía intención de pedir ninguna de las dos cosas.

For half a second, I consider staying. Maybe I could find that bliss state again. Maybe I could stay here, follow all the rules, be safe always. But as soon as the thought enters my mind, another one swims in and eats the first one like a shark. Fuck that , it burps.

Logan chose a Michelob Light.

forgiveness is not a feeling but a secret choice of the heart.

As for me, I have a choice between honoring that dark life I've seen so many years moving in the junipers, or of walking away and going on with my own human busyness. There is always that choice for humans.