Quotes About Hesitation

I don't know. I just feel stuck, like I'm afraid to take any steps, in case they're the wrong ones.

I'm definitely suspicious of girls. I've been suspicious of girls my whole life, though, so it's not anything new.

There's a house across the river, but alas, I cannot swim I'll live my life regretting that I never jumped in

I'm scared of making the biggest mistake of my life. I'm just trying to figure out what the mistake is.

You will be getting a haircut, won't you?" Halt ran his hand through his hair. It was getting a little long, he thought. I'll give it a trim," he said, his hand dropping unconciously to the hilt of his saxe knife. This time, Pauline did look up. You'll get a haircut," she said. Her gaze was steady and unwavering. I'll get a haircut," he agreed meekly.

He hesitated a moment, shifted the load to his left arm and mimed a sword stroke in the air. Crowley looked over his shoulder at the serving boy with some concern. "Planning on beheading me, are you?" he asked. Rafe smiled at him. "No sir, Ranger. Just getting the right side, like. Just shift yourself over while I put these down, before I forget which side is which, now." Crowley

The question is," said Halt, glancing at Alyss, "what should we do with him?" She hesitated, then that wonderful smile spread over her face. "I wonder," she said. "Does this castle have a moat?

he might be wrong.

furtiveness maybe, or shame. "May I?

Look ere ye leap.

Vi lo terrible que era decir cosas y no tener la oportunidad de hacerlo

But something held me back. Perhaps I was stopped by that level of feeling, deeper than thought, which contains the truth.

proluctance n. the paradoxical urge to avoid doing something you've been looking forward to-opening a decisive letter, meeting up with a friend who's finally back in town, reading a new book from your favorite author-perpetually waiting around for the right state of mind, stretching out the bliss of anticipation as long as you can.

Delays breed dangers.

but she wasn't sure where. The knee?

Sometimes you regret the things you do, but they're over and done. Regretting the things you didn't do is tougher, because they're still out there… haunting you. The what-ifs.

My Prince, Gavin thought, I seriously question your judgment.

Kit hesitated in the half-crumbled archway, the torches failing to illuminate the darkness beyond.

A warm hand rested on Rien's nape. It was comforting, and it sent a shiver between her shoulders. She swallowed and licked salt from her lip and tried to think of what to say.

He tossed his head to flick his dripping hair from his eyes, and then wished he hadn't, because Baines climbed up the three swaybacked steps to the dais and smoothed the muddy locks back with thick gentle fingers. Kit flinched from the touch as if it burned him, and in his heart he heard an angel whimper.

The Earl pressed his lips together and considered long enough that faintness made Will light-headed. And his words sent Will's stomach plunging hopelessly.

Sebastien was already leaning in, drawn by the enticing heat of blood, when he recollected himself and jerked back.

He coded like some people danced, glitter-eyed concentration and confident grace and never a hesitation.

It couldn't possibly be a good idea to touch him, she told herself as she eyed the proffered hand. Not when the summer night got more sultry and the red high heels started to tango and the saxophones began murmuring "I Got You Under My Skin," which sounded way too much like "I Got You In My Orifice.