Quotes About Decision-making

Because this is what I wanted to look like. I wanted to look different. So I made myself look different—better than just fine. If you want to be something, you make a decision, and then you make it happen. It's called personal responsibility.

Why. Do. People. Do. Stupid. Things. Because we're stupid, she said.

She had always thought applying to college would be exciting. Living away from home, meeting so many new people, Learning new things, making a few poor life desicisons....

My grandparents are great people, but they are easily rattled. Like, if the grocery store sells out of some frozen pizza or soup they advertise in the circular, and they've gone to the store just for that, they'll stand there debating their next move for a half an hour.

Independence is the recognition of the fact that yours is the responsibility of judgment and nothing can help you escape it... John Galt

you've made a mistake already. By asking me. By asking anyone. Never ask people. Not about your work. Don't you know what you want?

Dagny leaned back in her chair. The short sentence was a shock. It was not merely relief: it was the sudden realization that nothing else was necessary to guarantee that it would be done; she needed no proofs, no questions, no explanations; a complex problem could rest safely on three syllables pronounced by a man who knew what he was saying.

Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice. If he abdicates his power, he abdicates the status of man, and the grinding chaos of the irrational is what he achieves as his sphere of existence—by his own choice.

People don't want to think. And the deeper they get into trouble, the less they want to think. But by some sort of instinct, they feel that they ought to and it makes them feel guilty. So they'll bless and follow anyone who gives them a justification for not thinking.

La sabiduría reside en saber cuándo hay que recordar y cuándo olvidar.

In that transfusion of blood which drains the good to feed the evil, the compromiser is the transmitting rubber tube.

Many men in the Homes of the Scholars have had strange new ideas in the past," said Solidarity 8-1164, "but when the majority of their brother Scholars voted against them, they abandoned their ideas, as all men must.

I don't usually let things happen to me. I made a mistake this time. I shouldn't have waited for you to throw me out. I should have left long ago.

Throughout his life, whenever he became convinced that a course of action was right, the desire to follow it had come automatically.

Every man builds his world in his own image. He has the power to choose, but no power to escape the necessity of choice. If he abdicates his power, he abdicates the status of man, and the grinding of the irrational is what he achieves as his sphere of existence - by his own choice.

A "compromise" does not consist of doing something one dislikes, but of doing something one knows to be evil.

Morality is a code of black and white. When and if men attempt a compromise, it is obvious which side will necessarily lose and which will necessarily profit. Such are the reasons why—when one is asked: "Surely you don't think in terms of black-and-white, do you?"—the proper answer (in essence, if not in form) should be: "You're damn right I do!

Do we consider that anything goes, that we have no responsibility towards others but only for satisfying our needs? Well, that is the crux of the great novels xxx - the question of doing what is right or what we want to do.

But you see, a rich country like America can perhaps afford to be stupid.

Have you ever noticed that if there's a hard way and an easy way, you choose the hard way every time? Why do you think that is?

What I was quickly discovering about the presidency was that no problem that landed on my desk, foreign or domestic, had a clean, 100 percent solution. If it had, someone else down the chain of command would have solved it already.

And yet I find myself returning again and again to my mother's simple principle—How would that make you feel?—as a guidepost for my politics.

We talk to these folks because they potentially have the best answers, so I know whose ass to kick.

I mean dumb choices in the wake of considerable deliberation: those times when you identify a real problem in your life, analyze it, and then with utter confidence come up with precisely the wrong answer.