Quotes About Hesitation

To be powerful, a kiss should make a journey, be its own story--begin with hesitation, move to realization, then melt into bliss.

She shook her head, but it was too late, and he was pulling her into his arms and bending his head to hers and she supposed that she could have stopped him. Should have stopped him. But no power in the world could have prevented her lips from parting in a sharp little gasp of remembered pleasure as he drove his mouth down like a man who had been starved of kisses.

We joked about putting it off, but underneath the joking, grim and hidden, he wanted to leave me, and he was working toward it and against it, maybe worried he could not do it, longing for it and fearing it, and not speaking of it

But I still feel I waste a lot of time leaning on my elbow and thinking to myself, 'alright sucker, now what?'

Plays never feel like the right thing to do at the time.

What bothered me the most was the hesitation in his voice when he said that— like he was running out of time.

I have a feeling that there is something you will not tell me . . . something that worries you.

He had even suggested that they get married without further delay. She often wondered what would have happened with their lives if she had said yes.

He hovered at the edge of a kiss, just as a few nights before he had hovered . . .

What was she to do? There seemed to be precious little she could do. She turned back to the ballroom in some dread.

She would find it very difficult to say an outright no if she did not have a ready-made excuse.

No, he decided . . . he surely could not have believed for one single moment that it really was all finished between them.

I never would have shot him

He wants out, Annajane thought. He does not want to marry this woman.

way." The giant scratched his head and looked doubtful.

I dared not advance, dreading a thousand nameless evils that made me tremble, although I was unable to define them.

Sometimes when I had planned the next morning for my escape a word of more than usual affection from her lips made me postpone my resolution. I reproached myself bitterly for what I called a culpable weakness; but this weakness returned upon me whenever the critical moment approached, and I never found courage to depart.

Stevie had absolutely no idea what he meant by "have a butcher's" and was not going to ask.

She came back many days later. She saw him, unexpectedly, on a flat stretch of stone before her, by the side of the path. She stopped short. She did not want to come too close. It was strange to see him before her, without the defence and excuse of distance.

right now. Today. I'd been foolish, a coward even, to have waited so

I wish I'd told her I loved her. It bothers me that I didn't. I'd been so close, and then I'd held back. I tell myself it would have made no difference, and I believe that's true. But at least then she would have known.

She laughed. "Good. You still haven't told me what you were afraid of." I thought for a moment. Drowsiness was settling on me like a blanket. "Of getting involved. Like you said, I haven't been with someone for a long time.

real reason he'd gone was the one most bad decisions have in common: it had seemed like a good idea at the time.

By committing suicide, Al had taken away the scholar's greatest weakness: calling hesitation research.