Quotes About Dilemma

Für jedes komplexe Problem gibt es eine einfache Lösung, und die ist die falsche.

Does it make sense to choose the wrong Opportunity just to convince yourself that you would have chosen the right one—had you had the Opportunity? I

La ciencia no consiste sólo en saber lo que debe o puede hacerse, sino también en saber lo que podría hacerse aunque quizá no debiera hacerse.

When your true enemies are too strong, you have to choose weaker enemies.

Dov'è che due treni che s'incrociano non ripartono entrambi dopo essere arrivati?

One doesn't commit evil actions in the belief that one is acting wrongly. What allows one to commit such acts is the belief that it will contribute to a greater good.

The Prime Directive is a nice ideal, but have you noticed it never works in practice?

That appeared to be the way of all evil, it compelled the good to cease being good and to meet evil on its own evil ground.

The man in the middle gets the bullets from both directions; but I suppose we have to take our stand there all the same.

He smiled gently, being sorry for her. "Mother dear, I am one of those unlucky people who have to stand in the middle and get the brickbats from both sides. I see the good in both and I see the evil. But if you point that out the fanatics on both sides want to kill you.

I am like a man who looks at one side of a coin and then at the other, and they are different, and he can't decide which is the coin. I see co-operation, and that delights me; then I see repression, and that repels me. Which is the coin?

The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn. David Russell

It didn't matter that he knew there was a serial killer loose in Bradfield. He couldn't afford to be the one to say it first.

Before him he saw two roads, both equally straight; but he did see two; and that terrified him--he who had never in his life known anything but one straight line. And, bitter anguish, these two roads were contradictory.

Love has no middle term; either it destroys, or it saves. All human destiny is this dilemma. This dilemma, destruction or salvation, no fate proposes more inexorably than love. Love is life, if it is not death. Cradle; coffin, too. The same sentiment says yes and no in the human heart. Of all the things God has made, the human heart is the one that sheds most light, and alas! most night.

For with love there is no middle course: it destroys, or else it saves. All human destiny is contained in that dilemma, the choice between destruction and salvation, which is nowhere more implacably posed than in love. Love is life, or it is death. It is the cradle, but also the coffin. One and the same impulse moves the human heart to say yes or no. Of all things God has created it is the human heart that sheds the brightest light and, alas, the blackest despair.

Was there a voice that whispered in his ear that he had just passed the most solemn moment of his destiny, that there was no longer a middle course for him; that from now on, he would either be the best of men or he would be the worst of men; that he now had to rise higher, so to speak, than the bishop or fall even lower than the galley slave; that if he wanted to be good, he had to be an angel; that if he wanted to stay bad, he had to be a monster from hell?

The moral world has no greater spectacle than this: a troubled and restless conscience on the verge of committing an evil deed, contemplating the sleep of a good man.

With love there is no middle course: it destroys, or else it saves. All human destiny is contained in that dilemma, the choice between destruction and salvation, which is nowhere more implacably posed than in love. Love is life, or it is death. It is the cradle, but also the coffin. One and the same impulse moves the human heart to say yes or no. Of all things God has created it is the human heart that sheds the brightest light, and, alas, the blackest despair.

He had come to the supreme crossing of good and evil. He had that gloomy intersection beneath his eyes. On this occasion once more, as had happened to him already in other sad vicissitudes, two roads opened out before him, the one tempting, the other alarming. Which was he to take?

To cling to his paradise and become a devil or become a saint by going back to hell?

Et quoi qu'il fit, il retombait toujours sur ce poignant dilemme qui était au fond de sa rêverie : - rester dans le paradis et y devenir démon ! rentrer dans l'enfer et y devenir ange !

O silêncio dá sempre um pouco a ideia de que quem cala consente ou de que está entre a espada e a parede.

Javier was born in a prison (...) he grew up to think himself without the pale of society and despaired of ever entering it. He noticed that society closes its doors without pity on two classes of men, those who attack it and those who guard it. He could choose between these two classes only.