Quotes About Hesitation

The more you hesitate in a game, the more your chance of getting hit. Your focus isn't there. When you hesitate, usually you're in trouble.

He wished to kneel beside him and pray. It was not shyness prevented him from doing it on Southampton railway station...It was the fear of being overcome with emotion. This was his flaw, the crack in his clay, and the more dreadful for being so unexpected...

Aly put hers on top of mine. "I feel it." I flinched, yanking my hand back. "What happened?" Aly said. "Nothing," I said. "You startled me." Aly narrowed her eyes at me. "You're turning red." "No, I'm not." I turned away. "You . . . said you felt something. What did you feel?" "Warmth," she said. I swallowed. "Warmth?

If we all knew the consequences of every decision we made, we'd probably never make any.

If I had known it was harmless I would have killed it myself.

Fear can make you do more wrong than hate or jealousy... fear makes you always, always hold something back.

I'll give you my answer when I've decided.

It was something she knew she had to do, but she felt uneasy about it, and afraid, too.

Sometimes the space between knowing what to do and actually doing it is a very short walk. Other times it is an impossible expanse.

It doesn't feel like a date. It doesn't feel like friendship. It feels like something that fell off the tightrope but hasn't yet hit the net.

I should talk to him I know I should talk to him. But I do not talk to him. I watch after him from afar and love him.

I don't want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

A Cue from Nature Run outside during a thunderstorm That downpour, that conquered hesitation, that exhilaration That's what unlonely is like

It was rather awkward, insofar as we were both teetering between the possibility of something and the possibility of nothing.

I don't want to throw everything away for something uncertain.

I recounted. I rechecked. Are you going to cock?

So I do what I always vowed not to do, and always found myself doing anyway. I throw "I miss you" into the breach. It even feels empty to me. Like I'm not saying it to the right person.

I take it back." 'But the thing was: She didn't sound certain. I let her take it back anyway. The only problem was taking something back? It's still inside there somewhere.

But instead she freezes. She looks away, as if she can ignore her way out of it.

I knew I should have call Jack, should have told him...but I didn't. Not yet. I was afraid of him thinking that I was crazy, too. I wasn't sure what he'd do if he saw me drowning. I wasn't sure he'd save me unless he was saving himself. what he'd say.

i said 'i don't know' because that had become my answer to everything.

As soon as I got close to starting anything, I was beset by questions and hesitations. What I was about to do was so important, so significant, that it always required further consideration. My spontaneity would fizzle. I would put off my oeuvre for another day. Tomorrow at eight thirty I would start, for sure. Meanwhile, in joyful anticipation of this, I would go for a walk and then read.

They were quite free to indulge in unlimited dreams and memories of women. Was that not why they felt no hesitation at paying more than for women awake? And the old men were confident in the knowledge that the girls put to sleep for them knew nothing of them. Nor did the old men know anything of the girls—not even what clothes they wore—to give clues of position and character. The reasons went beyond such simple matters as disquiet about later complications.

C'est cela l'amour, non? Avouer là où l'on hésite, là où on faiblit.