Quotes About Decision

I cannot kill someone, he thought.

If everyting's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things! (Jonas) It's the choosing that's imortant, isn't it? The Giver asked him.

For a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.

If everything's the same, then there aren't any choices! I want to wake up in the morning and decide things!

a contributing citizen to be released from the community was a final decision, a terrible punishment, an overwhelming statement of failure.

The exemption from rudeness startled him. Reading it again, however, he realized that it didn't compel him to be rude; it simply allowed him the option

The freedom to choose where to spend those hours had always seemed a wonderful luxury to Jonas; other hours of the day were so carefully regulated.

Needless to say, he will be released, the voice had said

joined those who took the pills.

What if they were allowed to choose their own mate? And chose wrong? "Or what if," he went on, almost laughing at the absurdity, "they chose their own jobs?" "Frightening, isn't it?" The Giver said. Jonas chuckled. "Very frightening.

Forward momentum only worked as a strategy if one had correctly identified which way was forward.

Men have always a choice - if not whether, then how, they may endure.

If you ever have to make a choice between learning and inspiration, boy, choose learning. It works more of the time.

Arhys would have protected you from this choice, as a father would a beloved child. Arhys is wrong in this. I give you a woman's choice, here, at the last gasp. He looks to spare you pain this one night. I look to your nights for the next twenty years. There is neither right nor wrong in this, precisely. But the time to amend all choices runs out like Porifors's water.

His mother had often said, When you choose an action, you choose the consequences of that action. She had emphasized the corollary of this axiom even more vehemently: when you desired a consequence you had damned well better take the action that would create it.

I'd have been a fool not to have thought of it, and a greater fool not to have thought better of it.

My Lord, we wish to resign. Her smile, confusingly, crept wider, as if she just said something delightful.

I do know, dividing our energies among a thousand what-ifs instead of concentrating them for the one sure next-step is a kind of self-sabotage. It's not what we do next week, it's what we do next that counts most.

Oh, what did she finally decide on? asked the pilot. At one point she told me she was thinking of sending the bride a barbed-wire choke chain for Miles, but was afraid it might be misinterpreted. No

Elena's eye lit with a skewed enthusiasm. "Dear God, Miles. Metzov—Oser—Ungari—all in a row—you sure are hard on your commanding officers. What are you going to do when the time comes to let them all out?" Miles shook his head mutely. "I don't know.

Miles looked up at his father. "Did I do the right thing, sir? Last night?" "Yes," said the Count simply. "A right thing. Perhaps not the best of all possible right things. Three days from now you may think of a cleverer tactic, but you were the man on the ground at the time. I try not to second-guess my field commanders." Miles's heart rose in his aching chest for the first time since he'd left Kyril Island. He nodded, satisfied.

He'd tried for me twice. Three times, if what you say is true. I decided not to give him a fourth chance." "Oh." Penric sank back, signing himself. "I regret… not doing better with him." "Well, he's his god's problem now. Don't promote your troubles beyond your rank." "That is actually theologically sound advice.

have stuck to your original contract. Or your second plan.

Tej glanced toward the balcony. Toward him. Toward the balcony. Toward him. Why is this a hard choice? From the hallway, a teeth-gritting mechanical whine began, as of someone cutting through an airseal door. "You can't tell me you'd rather jump off a twenty-story building and smash in your skull than marry me," Ivan went on desperately. "I am not a fate worse than death, dammit! Or at least not worse than that death, good God!