Quotes About Decision

Events may be horrible or inescapable. Men have always a choice—if not whether, then how, they may endure.

He wouldn't say pray, as he'd decided long ago not to bother the gods with questions when he didn't really want to hear the answers.

She turned toward him with a snap; he flinched away. "If we do not succeed in taking this ship, a thousand of my friends are going to die. I had a choice. I chose. I'd choose again. You got that?" And you choose for everybody, Silver, Leo's voice echoed in her memory. Ti subsided instantly. "Yes, ma'am.

Well, Ista, said the Voice. Do you stay or go? You cannot hang forever in My doorway like a cat, you know.

May I come in? His smile softened. The choice is yours, my Ista. As you do not deny Me, I will not deny you. Yet I would still await you, if you chose the long way home. I might become lost upon the road. She looked away.

I think He takes His foot to his cat and pushes her to decision. And furthermore, my god cheats. He set out this bowl of cream before ever He held the door, and He knew it well. She smiled, and tried to inhale.

She should have called him on the comconsole, but Illyan had been so prompt with his offer. . . . They passed the bare, baking Barrayaran garden, sloping down from the sidewalk. On the far side of the desert expanse, a small, lone figure sat on the curving edge of a raised bed of dirt. "Wait, stop!

DISMOUNTED AGAIN BACK IN THE FLORAL ENTRY COURT, ISTA WAS just trying to decide whether she was annoyed or glad for Lady Cattilara's delicately worded suggestion that perhaps a lady of the royina's age would care for an afternoon nap

You are what you do. Choose again, and change.

Which way would she pounce? Miles held his breath. Ekaterin leaned forward, gripping the railing with her knuckles going pale. "Let's finish this. Lord Vorkosigan!" Miles jerked in his seat, taken by surprise. "Madame?" He made a little half-bow gesture. "Yours to command . . ." "Good. Will you marry me?

You will never regret having done so. But you may deeply regret not having done so.

I don't . . . quite know how to put it." He searched for, and rather to his surprise found, that odd calm place inside, still there. It helped. "Some prices are just too high, no matter how much you may want the prize. The one thing you can't trade for your heart's desire is your heart." "Oh," said Gregor.

He'd never been serious about twelve; he'd just figured to start with that proposition, and fall back to six. His mother, his aunt, and what seemed every other female of his acquaintance had all mobilized to explain to him that he was insane, but Ekaterin had merely smiled.

Resistance by its very nature demands that we choose choices not offered to us.

The letter came at a time in his life when the battle inside his soul could have tipped either way.

God, she loved him. If she could give him his every desire then she would do it in a second, but some things she knew she couldn't do. Dawg and Natches she couldn't do. And she had no idea how to tell him.

You would touch another woman?" "I would never do anything that would jeopardize us." That wasn't acceptable. "Ever. Not at any time." As he stared into the darkness, he thought of her touch, her kiss. Could he touch another woman? At any time? "So it would be my choice?" "It would be your choice." "But you would still want to." It wasn't a question.

If you try going silver and don't like it, you are just one box of hair color or one salon appointment away from dyeing it back again.

A woman had to choose her own particular unhappiness carefully. That was the only happiness in life: to choose the best unhappiness. An unwise move, good God, you could squander everything.

She would try to live life one day at a time, like an alcoholic--drink, don't drink, drink. Perhaps she should take drugs.

From here on in, many things can happen. But the main one will be this: you decide not to go to law school after all, and, instead, you spend a good, big chunk of your adult life telling people how you decided not to go to law school after all. Somehow you end up writing again.

Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is.

Promise me one thing. He nodded and she continued, Whenever you are about to do something terrible, think of me, and then don't do it.

A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do