Mason Cooley Quotes

I had two thoughts about it. One was I could do that, and the next one was I'll never get to do that.

Skepticism can keep us from blessing, can keep us trapped in two minds.

Sometimes I... No, I don't.

Often, if there's something that I want to do, but somehow can't get myself to do, it's because I don't have clarity. This lack of clarity often arises from a feeling of ambivalence - I want to do something, but I don't want to do it; or I want one thing, but I also want something else that conflicts with it.

Once I make up my mind, I'm full of indecision.

Indecision may or may not be my problem.

We think we want to do something and when it comes to it, we don't. We don't like to commit.

Everything I do, I'm sort of half in, half out.

I don't know whether I like it, but it is what I meant.

I was disappointed a little in Stevenson because I did think he couldn't make up his mind. It's the feeling I always had. Perhaps all of us have self-doubt, and we should have, and most of us do, but it doesn't show. It doesn't show as much as it did in Adlai; he seemed to do it in public.

I made up my mind, but I made it up both ways.

I normally don't listen to my instincts because I'm so full of doubt.

There is no shame is being ambivalent about almost everything in your life.

Would I change anything? I don't know, that's a double edge sword for me.

Hesitation is a mistake that invites defeat. I would not be Mord-Sith had I not hesitated when I was young." - Cara

If one hesitates in his path, let him not proceed. Let him respect his doubts, for doubts, too, may have some divinity in them.

I'll let you go. If you stay.

[On being indecisive and changeable:] On my gravestone I want inscribed: 'On the other hand, maybe I should have lived.

At the moment, I'm certainly not thinking 'never again', but neither am I thinking 'I can't wait to play that part again'. I'm somewhere in between.

I hesitated for all the right reasons. And I accepted for all the wrong ones.

A changeableness, too, as if beneath my visible face there was another, having second thoughts.

I wasn’t having second thoughts, but I was having thoughts.

Doubt is a pain too lonely to know that faith is his twin brother. Doubt is a foundling unhappy and astray, and though his own mother who gave him birth should find him and enfold him, he would withdraw in caution and in fear.

By dawn he had surrendered, gratefully, to the old inertia, the product of always seeing both sides of every question.

I wouldn't want to live without strong misgivings.