Quotes About Dilemma

She claims I've got a habit of finding dangerous situations and effortlessly making them worse.

Did you enjoy prison?' Mitchell asked. When they started asking really stupid questions was when you knew you'd truly pissed them off. 'Do you want to go back there?' 'To be honest, if it was between prison and connecting in Terminal Five at Heathrow, I'd choose T5. Just. So no.

As soon as men decide that all means are permitted to fight an evil, then their good becomes indistinguishable from the evil that they set out to destroy.

For God's sake hang me, before I love that woman!

He had learned that sometimes there was no safe path, no decision from which one could emerge unscathed. In those cases, he had been taught to take the path of honor, even if it led to pain or death

laurig, shy of making decisions and happy to procrastinate.

When, on their final meeting, [T.H. White] confessed to the writer David Garnett that he was a sadist, Garnett blamed White's early emotional maltreatment and years of flogging at school. 'He was an extremely tender-hearted and sensitive man,' Garnett wrote, who had 'found himself always in the dilemma of being sincere and cruel, or false and unnatural. Whichever line he followed, he revolted the object of his love and disgusted himself.

Where does character come into it? Just this: I've always been pretty sure I could kill someone if I had to. Myself, or my father—whichever option proved most practical. I wouldn't kill for hatred's sake; I'd only do it to solve a problem. And only after other solutions have failed. That kind of bottom line is either in your character or it isn't, and like I said, it develops early.

I sat with my head in my hands, shaking. Because the situation was so much worse than I'd thought. My husband was trying to choose between me, his wife, and someone he had made up. And I, the real woman, the wife, had nothing on the made-up girl. We each had five points in our favour. That son of a bitch.

These are thoughts that come to you while you spend however long you spend holding ice-packs to your eye, or tilting your head back against the wall to try to do something about the way your nose is bleeding, letting your mind work on the question: What reasons might somebody have for leaving her kid in the care of a man like Frank Novak?

I now have to choose between son and husband. But I have made my decision and I have to be strong. I must leave my boy and share my life – or my death – with my husband.17

In such a case the writer is apt to have recourse to epigrams. Somewhere in this world there is an epigram for every dilemma.

Who will free me from this turbulent priest?

The great tragedies of history occur not when right confronts wrong but when two rights confront each other.

To me there is not only right or wrong but many shades in between...The real tragedies in life are not in choices between right and wrong. Only the most callous of persons choose what they know to be wrong. Real tragedy comes [illegible] in a dilemma of evaluating what is right...Real dilemmas are difficulties of the soul, provoking agonies, which you in your world of black and white can't even begin to comprehend.

The absence of alternatives clears the mind marvelously.

Just as it is irresistible to save a life, it is also very difficult to tell somebody that I cannot save them

Just when the question of how to live had become clearer to him, a new insoluble problem presented itself - Death.

The antagonism between life and conscience may be removed in two ways: by a change of life or by a change of conscience.

She began to wish he would die; yet she did not want him to die because then his salary would cease. And this irritated her against him still more. She considered herself dreadfully unhappy just because not even his death could save her,

Never to the end of his life could he understand goodness, beauty, or truth, or the significance of his actions which were too contrary to goodness and truth, too remote from everything human, for him ever to be able to grasp their meaning. He could not disavow his actions, belauded as they were by half the world, and so he had to repudiate truth, goodness, and all humanity.

But I am alive still. Now what's to be done? what's to be done?

É possível salvar uma pessoa que não quer perder-se; mas se toda a natureza está assim corrompida, pervertida, que a própria perdição lhe parece a salvação, o que fazer? (Aleksei Aleksándrovitch)

But after all, while she was in the house, I kept myself in hand. And the worst of it all is that she's already… it seems as if ill-luck would have it so! Oh, oh! But what, what is to be done?