Quotes About Decision

If you didn't always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it's enough - more than enough, even - just to be there.

Are those the only options? Nothing or forever?

Who says there has to be a point? He asked. Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

So many times it seemed like there were chances to stop things before they started. Or even stop them in midstream. But it was even worse when you knew in that very moment that there was still time to save yourself, and yet you couldn't even budge.

You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It's always been yes when it comes to you.

But all the love in the world won't save a sinking ship. You have to either bail or jump overboard.

Whenever you made a choice, especially one you'd been resisting, it always affected everything else, some in big ways, like a tremor beneath your feet, others in so tiny a shift you hardly noticed a change at all. But it was happening.

Why should I even bother? What's the point, really? He thought for a moment. Who says there has to be a point? he asked. Or a reason. Maybe it's just something you have to do.

If there's one thing I've learned in the last few months, it's that sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

Suddenly, I was just sure he was going to kiss me. He was there, I could feel his breath, the ground solid beneath us. But then something crossed his face, a thought, a hesitation, and he shifted slightly. Not now. Not yet. It was something I'd done so often - weighing what I could afford to risk, right at that moment - that I recognized it instantly. It was like looking in a mirror.

what you have to decide, is how you want your life to be. if your forever was ending tomorrow, would this b the way you'd want to have spent it?

I took in a breath. What's the one thing you'd do, I asked. if you could do anything? Pass, he said. For a second I was sure I'd heard wrong. What? He cleared his throat. I said, I pass. Why? He turned his head and looked at me. Because. Because why? Because I just do.

I'd come here planning to leave as soon as I could. It was a pit stop, not a destination. I had my whole life mapped out. So what happened? I guess that map didn't turn out to be mine after all

But now, I was beginning to wonder if you didn't always have to choose between turning away for good or rushing in deeper. In the moments that it really counts, maybe it's enough- more than enough, even- just to be there. ~Ruby, pg 399

If he'd been any other boy, and this was any other world, I would have kissed him. Nothing could have stopped me.

It's nice to have options even if you can't take them.

Once, I was easy. Now, I was choosy. See? Big difference.

I'd learn that it's not just where you go, but how you choose to get there. So I pulled that sign off the green bike - ENJOY YOUR RIDE! - and went inside to take the first step toward doing just that.

Events conspired to bring you back to where you'd been. It was what you did then that made all the difference: it was all about potential.

It's not just where you go, but how you choose to get there.

So I learned another system: When in doubt, keep it out – out of earshot, out of the house – even if this meant, really, just keeping it in.

It's a choice, Annabel. And if you make the wrong one, you have only yourself to blame when there are consequences.

You can make your life, or life can make you. Was it really that simple of a choice?

There were endless ways to spend your days, I knew that, none of them right or wrong. But given the chance for a real do-over, another way around, who would say no?