Quotes About Hesitation

Again Mosca felt she was up in the rafters, watching the mice. Little mouse, witless with fear. Running the wrong way. And here she was, just watching. Becoming a part of it by doing nothing.

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Romantic Egoist: The thing is... it seems like you'd like to say something, but just can't.

When two pessimists get together, it results in an endless cycle of pointless second-guessing. Very interesting.

Procrastination is a prelude in a minor key.

You want to do something, but you are afraid, seriously afraid. You can't move. Your legs feel like rubber. Your arms tingle. And you hate yourself for that.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't say anything before you married Tom?" "It was a few days ago. I can sometimes remember back a whole week." "I

Myron stopped himself from saying any more. He had sounded asinine enough. He just needed a moment or two to gather himself, to figure out what the next step should be. Your

Whitman's art: to promise absolute self-revelation and give us fresh gestures of evasion, hesitation, concealment. Better thus, though Walt proclaimed: "I swear I dare not shirk any part of myself." Stevens learned from Whitman "the intricate evasions of as.

I'm not very good at giving anyone a clear no.

He placed this doubt inside a drawer in his mind labeled "Pending" and postponed any further consideration.

I would begin to think that I wanted to do something, but then I would become incapable of distinguishing between the probable results of doing it and of not doing it. I often get the feeling that things around me have lost their proper balance, though it could be that my perceptions are playing tricks on me.

If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn't have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought.

Perhaps he didn't commit suicide then because he couldn't conceive of a method that fit the pure and intense feelings he had toward death. But method was beside the point. If there had been a door within reach that led straight to death, he wouldn't have hesitated to push it open, without a second thought, as if it were just a part of ordinary life. For better or for worse, though, there was no such door nearby.

I'm going to fire her, he thought, and I'm going to hear her voice one more time, and he picked up the telephone, dialing so fast and hard he missed the third number and had to start over.

If you're not riddled with doubt, you've probably done something wrong.

I am very indecisive. I'm always afraid of making the wrong decision.

The first temptation, upon meeting an old friend after many years, is always to - look the other way.

The problem with life is, we often do things that will ultimately be self-destructive and make us unhappy, yet in that moment it seems like the best idea in the world. You have to be careful of moments - they're tricksy things.

Oh, God. I can't do this. I only slightly want to have a baby. I think. I actually don't know at all.

I was tempted to run in the opposite direction rather than follow her anywhere.

His blue eyes drilled into me. "Why are you doing this?" I shrugged uncomfortably. "I don't know." He shook his head once like that wasn't good enough. "Why are you here?" His fingers shifted, the tips sending hot little sparks up my arm. He should look ridiculous with the blue washcloth covering half his face, but he didn't. He looked human and male and all too vulnerable right then. "Because you need someone.

For some reason I hesitate to tell him where I live. I don't want to come across as the spoiled little rich girl that's fallen low. Even if I am.

Men should pledge themselves to nothing for reflection makes a liar of their resolution.