Quotes About Hesitation

Do you know what happens when you always look before you leap? She reached out and touched his hand before hurrying toward the door. You hardly ever make the jump.

No second chance? A wry smile twisted Carrick's lips. There might have been, had I not waited so long to take it.

Without another word, he walked out. Gennie waited until she heard his footsteps on the stairs before she pressed a hand to her stomach. The next time she saw a light in the dark, she told herself, she'd run like hell in the opposite direction.

moment, thought, what the hell?

Branna told her. "No, back

taking it any further, I wouldn't now." "Wouldn't you?

seems I've known you for years." A bit shakily, she laughed and dragged her hands through her hair. "I don't know." Taking a deep breath, she stared straight ahead. "Michael asked

chest, shut off her air. "Are you sure?

Sabes o que acontece quando olhamos sempre antes de saltar? - perguntou ela, tocando-lhe na mão antes de desaparecer porta fora. - Nunca chegamos a saltar.

I don't know if I've got it in me for another important relationship. They're so much damn work. Love can be, should be, so consuming, so demanding. I just don't know that I've got the stamina, or the heart, or the generosity.

What stops you here is what stops your entire life. The air will always be too filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.

And maybe you don't go to hell for the things you do. Maybe you go to hell for the things you don't do.

she's confused and afraid to commit to the wrong thing so she won't commit to anything.

Otra cosa es que, por mucho que creas que quieres a alguien, te echas atrás cuando el charco de su sangre se acerca demasiado.

Your problem, my darling daughter, is that you're afraid you're going to miss something. But what you don't realize is that, by not making a decision, you're missing it all.

Yet it had only been two weeks, barely a drop in the bucket of her twenty-seven years on the planet. Was that really enough time to make such a momentous decision as would be asked of her tonight? Yet

Logic is the last refuge of a coward.

He hesitated for a split second, then told himself not to think. "I'd rather go down swinging," he muttered as he shut the door. If he survived this little ordeal he'd have to ask Lewis if talking to yourself was a symptom of losing your mind.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn't pull the trigger?

Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.

But he could not bring himself to say he loved her; not in so many words.)

The world wavered and quivered and threatened to burst into flames. It is I who am blocking the way, he thought. Was he not being looked at and pointed at; was he not weighted there, rooted to the pavement, for a purpose? But for what purpose?

Why did he sit so near and keep his eye on her? Why did they not have done with this searching and agony? Why did they not kiss each other simply? She wished to kiss him. But all the time she went on spinning out words.

but that was too harsh a phrase — could depend so