Quotes About Dilemma

It must be made quite clear—terrifying though it is—that we are immediately faced with the decision: National Socialist or Christian . . .

The isolated use and handing down of the famous term 'religionless Christianity' has made Bonhoeffer the champion of an undialectical shallow modernism which obscures all that he wanted to tell us about the living God. —EBERHARD BETHGE

One knows what is right, but holds it at arm's length for a time, neither throwing it out, nor embracing it.

Whenever there was a dilemma, I just left it in abeyance and—without really consciously dealing with it intensively—let it grow toward the clarity of a decision. But this clarity is not so much intellectual as it is instinctive. The decision is made; whether one can adequately justify it retrospectively is another question. "Thus" it happened that I went. Bonhoeffer was always thinking about thinking.

I take no pleasure of what needs to be done! - 343 Guilty Spark

The solution to this dilemma is a commitment to iteration. You have to commit to a locked-in agreement—ahead of time—that no matter what comes of testing the MVP, you will not give up hope. Successful entrepreneurs do not give up at the first sign of trouble, nor do they persevere the plane right into the ground. Instead, they possess a unique combination of perseverance and flexibility. The MVP is just the first step on a journey of learning. Down

Because doing the right thing is not the goal, doing the best thing is what you must strive for.

Someone had lit a kerosene lamp. By the inconstant light of its flickering flame, they stared at him out of emaciated faces with overlarge eyes, their bodies pale beneath tattered clothes. Once again Bourne's heart was rent. He wanted to save them all, but to save two he needed to leave the others behind. He'd never make it out with all of them in tow.

He was a fireman. And what did she do? She went around lightning fires, while he tried to put them out.

Hunter had been hopelessly at sea with the situation.

Better a puppet in hell than one here on earth.

Lohnt es sich denn?", fragt der Kopf. "Nein, aber es tut so gut!", antwortet das Herz.

What should we do? We can't let the forest be overrun by foxes! What about my kits?

It's not his last life," she rasped, "and even if it were, I couldn't kill him." "Why not? StarClan would honor you for it." Fireheart could not believe her words. The name Brokenstar had always made this old she-cat bristle with rage. Yellowfang dragged her gaze from Brokenstar and looked at Fireheart. Her eyes clouded with pain and grief as she murmured, "He is my son.

But why tell me?" Fireheart repeated. "Perhaps after so long I want a cat to know the truth," meowed Bluestar with a slight frown. "I think you of all cats might understand, Fireheart. Sometimes there are no right choices.

These mysteries were too much for him; he was a warrior, and all he wanted was to follow the warrior code. But what should he do, when the code did not speak clearly to him?

I'm loyal to my Clan, Lionpaw told himself. I shouldn't have to prove it. But still, the bitter taste of his lie stung in his throat.

He only wanted to be with her. Why couldn't he simply decide to leave SkyClan?

Thank you," Fireheart mewed after a few moments. Graystripe shrugged and padded over to him. "There was no choice," he whispered. "I couldn't hurt you, could I?

Bristlefrost didn't reply for a moment, instead bending her head to give her chest fur a few embarrassed licks. "Yes . . . yes, I do have feelings for you," she admitted at last. "But what can we do about it? Nothing." She closed her eyes briefly as if in pain. "There's no way it can go anywhere.

Ethically challenged magical practitioners," I said.

Typically, a constable only sits in the Commissioner's anteroom when he's been very brave or very stupid, and I really couldn't tell which one applied to me.

part of me was trying not to react to my mom's palpable concern about how much the meal would cost.

The decision to leave his family behind was either an act of monumental self-sacrifice, or one of selfish self-preservation, or both. He told himself he had no choice, which is what we all tell ourselves when forced to make a terrible choice.