Quotes About Decision

You could feel things or you could find a way to shut down. But once you were feeling things, you couldn't decide exactly what to feel.

Well, this is it...I choose you...Come what may, you are what I choose.

a good mother doesn't just obey the wishes of her selfish heart. A good mother does what she believes is the best thing for her child. Sometimes they are the same. This time they are different.

looking back was easy. It was the doing that was painful.

Lena remembered the old adage about knowing whether you'd chosen the right career by how you felt on Sunday night.

Relief was a poor guide if ever there was one.

The damage in many cases was lifelong. These women had not just surrendered a child. They had surrendered control over the most important decision they might ever make to people who they felt did not necessarily have their best interest at heart. The shame was no longer about being single and pregnant. The shame was that they had given away, or not fought hard enough to keep, their child.

Did you do something crazy, like cut it all off?" "Well," I said, "not all." "But it's real short, right?" "Yeah, but —" "Why did you do it?

How can we do this to him? I asked myself. We are going to kill him. We were saying, "Okay, Louie, you must die now," and not giving him any choice about it. We were going to send him into a room and let someone give him a shot so that he would never wake up. But then I remembered what he had looked like the night before, and how much he was hurting, and knew we were doing the right thing.

After standing in front of the closet for so long that Vanessa made a pig face at me while she chose her clothes, I finally decided on my red jumper that said Mallory across the front, a short-sleeved white blouse, and white tights with little hearts all over them. You look like a valentine, Vanessa told me, but I didn't care.

Sure. Waffles are fine. How come you didn't ask me what I wanted?" "I'm asking you now." "They're fine," Janine said again. Sighing, she turned back to the computer. I stuck my tongue out at her and ran downstairs. "Waffles are fine!" I told Mimi.

You're right." I stood up and grabbed my coat. "I quit the Baby-sitters Club!

Daddy nodded and took a deep breath. "We can do both," he said.

But … something's wrong about this, " said Mary Anne."Something … I know what it is. Remember when we were first starting the club and we were deciding whether to invite Stacey to join? We didn't know her, so we asked her all sorts of things about the baby-sitting she did in New York. We wanted a club of good baby-sitters. Dedicated baby-sitters. Do you know anything about Janet and Leslie, Kristy?

He loves me, he loves me not

Mary Anne checked the record book. "Claud," she said, "you're free that night. Want the job?" "Of course!" I replied.

I kept second-guessing my decision. Half the time, I'd wanted to call every BSC member and say, Just kidding! The other half, I'd felt this sense of relief. Yes, relief. It was faint, but it was definitely there.

Pop, can we get ice cream when we're in Barnegat Point?" she asked. "I'm not made of money," Pop replied, which didn't mean either yes or no.

Dawn has two holes pierced in each ear. (Mary Anne and I will never get our ears pierced.) The

If my decision to have a second cup of coffee this morning was due to a random release of neurotransmitters, how could the indeterminacy of the initiating event count as the free exercise of my will? Chance occurrences are by definition ones for which I can claim no responsibility. And if certain of my behaviors are truly the result of chance, they should be surprising even to me. How would neurological ambushes of this kind make me free?

We do not know what we intend to do until the intention itself arises

To say that someone freely chose to squander his life's savings at the poker tabile is to say that he had every opportunity to do otherwise and that nothing about what he did was inadvertent

You can do what you decide to do-but you cannot decide what you will decide to do.

So finally I called him in one Saturday in June of 1976, thirty months after I had given up the chairman's job, and just said simply, "Well, Ron, I thought I was ready to step out, but I see that really I wasn't. I've been so involved that in a way it has put you under a real handicap." I told him I wanted to come back in as chairman and CEO, and have him assume another job—vice chairman and chief financial officer, I believe.