Quotes About Decision

Manuel, el padre de Santiago. Pero el hombre se mostró inflexible; no sólo respetaba la decisión de su hijo sino que además le parecía muy bien.

Cuando lleguemos a ese río ya hablaremos de ese puente».

Creo que hemos llegado al final. Siempre hay que saber cuándo llega ese momento y aceptarlo. ¿No lo cree así?

hay momentos en la vida en los que la única manera de salvarse a uno mismo es muriendo o matando

A veces la conciencia va por un lado y la conveniencia por otro.

You do realize, Kilmartin,' Colin said, his voice so soft it was almost chilling, 'that there is no reason you can't marry her. None at all. Except, of course,' he added, almost as an afterthought, 'the reasons you manufacture for yourself.

Annabel looked down. Her hands were shaking. She couldn't do this. Not yet. She couldn't face the man she'd kissed who happened to be the heir to the man she didn't want to kiss but whos she probably was going to marry. Oh yes, and she could not forget that if she did marry the man she didn't want to kiss, she was likely to provide him with a new heir, thus cutting off the man she did want to kiss.

No, Belle needed him. He had to save her from a disastrous marriage. And then, he supposed, he'd simply marry her himself. John wasn't unaware that he was about to pull one of the greatest about-faces in history. He could only hope that Belle would understand that he had realized she'd had been right all along. People made mistakes, didn't they? After all, he wasn't some infallible storybook hero.

Are you certain you'll be happy?" she asked. Eloise smiled ruefully. "It's a little late to wonder, don't you think?" "It might be too late to do anything about it, but it's never too late to wonder.

What do you say, Miss Lyndon? Shall we have a go at it?" " 'Shall we have a go at it?' " Ellie choked out. Really, this was not the proposal of her dreams.

His hand was on her arm, and he could feel her skin, feel the soft warmth of it, and then when he looked down, her face was tilted toward his, and her eyes, deep and blue but so completely unmysterious, were gazing up at him, and in truth there was no way—simply no way—he could do anything in that moment but kiss her. Anything else would have been a tragedy.

All—all right," she said, looking dubiously at the chair. "I—um, I need to change, though." "I'll just wait in the hall." He straightened his spine and walked from the room, deciding he was the noblest, most chivalrous, and possibly the most stupid man in all Britain.

He was just . . . George. And she loved him. She loved him, and—OH DEAR GOD, SHE HAD JUST STOPPED HIM FROM ASKING HER TO MARRY HIM. What had she done? And more importantly, how could she undo it?

The loss of hope versus the certainty of truth. It's not an easy judgment to make.

He walked to the window, leaning heavily on the sill. "If this is to end, you will have to do it. You will have to walk away, Francesca. Because now . . . after everything . . . I'm just not strong enough to say goodbye.

He is asking Caroline to produce a list," Georgina explained. "What sort of list?" Finchley asked. "A list of women to marry," Hugh said feeling as if his idea had been a stupid one. Now even Finchbird would take the piss out of him as well. "I find that one wife is more than enough," his brother-in-law said grinning.

And all she could think was that her life was passing her by, and if she didn't do something soon, she'd die this way. Alone.

He just wanted to see it. From afar. To see what might have been, what he was glad hadn't been. But maybe should have been.

Is a broken king really better than a mad one?

There is nothing wrong with doubting yourself, Hermione. Marriage is an enormous undertaking. The biggest choice you will ever make in your life. Once it's done, you can't change your mind.

At the end of the day, he was going to find himself either dead or married, and he wasn't quite prepared to let the Bridgerton brothers take the matter to a vote. And

Horace slapped her back, and a week later, Cecilia left for New York. The journey had taken five weeks—more than enough time for Cecilia to second- and third-guess her decision. But she truly did not know what else she could have done. She wasn't sure why Horace was so dead-set on marrying her when he had a good chance of inheriting Marswell anyway.

You must make a change. Choose a new course." "Indeed." Maybe there would be sandwiches. He could eat about forty of those ridiculous little ones with the crusts cut off right then.

If I do this, then that will happen, but if I do that, then this, this, and the other thing will happen, which will yield an entirely different result, which could mean that—