Quotes About Decision

Well, said Marilla, unable to find an excuse for deffering her explanation longer, I suppose I might as well tell you. Matthew and I have decided to keep you- that is, if you try to be a good little girl and show yourself grateful. Why, child whatever is the matter? I'm crying, said Anne in a tone of bewilderment. I can't think why. I'm as glad as can be.

Je suppose qu'il serait difficile d'envisager de la garder. - Il n'en est pas question ! A quoi pourrait-elle bien nous servir ? - Nous pourrions peut-être, nous, lui servir à quelque chose, lança Matthew, abruptement.

I may not be able to do much that I want to do but I won't do another thing that I don't want to do.

If I have exhausted the justifications, I have reached bedrock and my spade is turned. Then I am inclined to say: 'This is simply what I do.

You sometimes see in a wind a piece of paper blowing about anyhow. Suppose the piece of paper could make the decision: 'Now I want to go this way.' I say: 'Queer, this paper always decides where it is to go, and all the time it is the wind that blows it. I know it is the wind that blows it.' That same force which moves it also in a different way moves its decisions.

But doesn't it come out here that knowledge is related to a decision?

Scelse il libro da portarsi, prese il quaderno degli appunti, e via.

Everybody dies; that's a fact. Sometimes it blindsides people. Sometimes people get a glimpse of the big picture and decide to cheat.

Let's draw straws," said David. We used dune grass. We didn't pull it out—Jack warned us not to hurt the plants—but snipped it neatly with a penknife. The shortest blades went to Terry and Rafe

She'd be absolutely certain before she told

You know, doing what is right is easy. The problem is knowing what is right.

I know what is wrong. You havn't decided what you want.' She'd underlined this many times. 'Terribly important to draw up a balance sheet every now and then, debits and credits. Decide what's important, what's worth fighting for. Don't drift, ever. Decide then act. If you fail well at least you tried. Don't know what you want so can't advise you how to get it.

As a child, Kate hat once asked her mother how she would know she was in love. Her mother had said she would know she was in love when she would be willing to give up chocolate forever to be with that person for even an hour. Kate, a dedicated and hopeless chocoholic, had decided right then that she would never fall in love. She had been sure that no male was worth such privation.

Not making a decision is actually a decision. It's the decision to stay the same.

Sometimes the best way of killing a person is to let him choose his own fate.

True love is not a feeling by which we are overwhelmed. It is a committed, thoughtful decision.

I have defined love as the will to extend oneself for the purpose of nurturing one's own or another's spiritual growth. Genuine love is volitional rather than emotional. The person who truly loves does so because of a decision to love.

My time was my responsibility. It was up to me and me alone to decide how I wanted to use and order my time.

My feelings of love may be unbounded, but my capacity to be loving is limited. I therefore must choose the person on whom to focus my capacity to love, toward whom to direct my will to love.

Our view of reality is like a map with which to negotiate the terrain of life. If the map is true and accurate, we will generally know where we are, and if we have decided where we want to go, we will generally know how to get there. If the map is false and inaccurate, we generally will be lost.

Love is an act of will -- namely, both an intention and an action. Will also implies choice. We do not have to love. We choose to love

So," Guy drawled. "When are we leaving?" "As soon as possible," Chester told him. "I have a wedding to put off.

Algum tempo hesitei se devia abrir estas memórias pelo princípio ou pelo fim, isto é, se poria em primeiro lugar o meu nascimento ou a minha morte.

A leitora, que é minha amiga e abriu este livro com o fim de descansar da cavatina de ontem para a valsa de hoje, quer fechá-lo às pressas, ao ver que beiramos um abismo. Não faça isso, querida; eu mudo de rumo.