Quotes About Dilemma

Everybody seemed to think I would sell out anything, in order to gain a little physical comfort.

Elaine was stolen away, and I'm willing to sacrifice her if I must.

My trouble has always been," Mrs. Channing said, "that I can see both sides of every question." "Trouble? That is a gift, Madame; a very unusual gift." Mrs. Channing rose and prepared to follow her into lunch. "I don't think it's a gift," she said. "If it is, it came from a very wicked fairy.

Was honour the same as conscience? If not, how did one choose between them? And was the choice, when made, bitter as gall?

Algunas veces, ser buena madre está reñido con ser buena persona.

The only thing more unthinkable than leaving was staying; the only thing more impossible than staying was leaving.

Part of her wanted to do all the normal bridely things and the other part wanted to embrace her disdain for everything of the sort.

Everything in my life that I value has been gained at the cost of not saying what I really think and saying what they want me to say.

Right, I can't watch this shit." Kacey grunted as he got up. "It's one thing getting a hard-on over you, baby girl. The fact that Tyler happens to be in the picture…I'm freaking slightly.

I indicated to Karl slumped on the stool next to Clare at the bar. The fucking jerk didn't deserve a free lap dance, but it was the only way to get him away from Clare without ripping out his jugular.

always a choice, even in not choosing.

she seemed caught between the pincers of some intractable remorse.

The fact is that a man who wants to act virtuously in every way necessarily comes to grief among so many who are not virtuous. —Niccolò Machiavelli, 1513

Where choice begins, Paradise ends, innocence ends, for what is Paradise but the absence of any need to choose this action?

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

How strangely distributed are our scruples. When they are evenly spread across our lives, we are judged good people. Mine, unfortunately, tend to bunch up.

To whom shall I hire myself out? What beast should I adore? What holy image is attacked? What hearts shall I break? What lies shall I uphold? In what blood tread?

Morality is the weakness of the mind.

Unter Antinomien nicht zusammenbrechen, das ist unsere Lebensaufgabe.

If he touched her, he couldn't talk to her, if he loved her he couldn't leave, if he spoke he couldn't listen, if he fought he couldn't win.

I don't have any solution, but I certainly admire the problem.

Perhaps the choice was neither right nor wrong. It only existed.

I was torn between anger and amusement.

Slip me a piece of paper with 'Yes or No' on it, and I'll be the one to circle 'or' as my answer.