Quotes About Dilemma

Even now he could not say in his heart of hearts for which side he would draw his blade when he was finally called upon. What was a child of two worlds to do?

You say monster, I say martyr. You say murder, I say self-defense. You say legal, I say defective law.

I see it all perfectly; there are two possible situations—one can do either this or that. My honest opinion and my friendly advice is this: do it or do not do it—you will regret both.

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I can think of only one good solution to this dilemma," Diego said, having spent the entire night developing a plan. You sneak into the school and carry her off?" Gaspar quipped. That is the not-so-good solution. And it would be very difficult to sneak into a house full of women without raising an alarm." A cloud descended on Gaspar's brow. "I was not serious. Kidnapping is not a choice.

I need to know—" he broke off, a vulnerable expression crossing his face. "That is, I want to know whom you intend to choose.

For the Muslims, I'm too worldly. For other groups, I'm too religious. For militants, I'm too moderate. For moderates, I'm too militant. I feel like I'm on a tightrope.

a distinction has gradually sprung up between what is expedient and what is right. But the implication that something can be right without being expedient, or expedient without being right, is the most pernicious error that could possibly be introduced into human life.

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

They seemed to be able to choose. We seemed to be able to choose, then. We were a society dying of too much choice.

It's Paradise, but we can't get out of it. And anything you can't get out of is Hell.

Don't misunderstand me. I am not scoffing at goodness, which is far more difficult to explain than evil, and far more complicated. But sometimes it's hard to put up with.

Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever. Right. Yes. The usual choices.

We are a society dying, said Aunt Lydia, of too much choice.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

If you do bad things for reasons you've been told are good, does it make you a bad person?

I made choices, and then, having made them, I had fewer choices.

What good is it to throw yourself in front of a steamroller out of moral principles and then be crushed flat like a sock emptied of its foot?

He doesn't know which is worse, a past he can't regain or a present that will destroy him if he looks at it too clearly. Then there's the future. Sheer vertigo.

Having experienced both, I am not sure which is worse: intense feeling or the absence of it.

As Saint Paul says, marry or burn.

Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way you cut it, but I've a choice of how, and I'll take the money.

But perhaps it is too late for that. You take the first step, and to save yourself from the consequences, you take the next one. In times like ours, there are only two directions: up or plummet.

He loved her so much when he made her unhappy, or else when she made him unhappy: at these moments he scarcely knew which was which.