Quotes About Compromise

In the words of Gen. Ulysses S. Grant: "There never was a time when, in my opinion, some way could not be found to prevent the drawing of the sword.

Jaw-jaw is better than war-war.

We need to listen carefully to the wisdom of our symptoms and to try to decode their meaning, because some of us have learned to settle, to fall silent; to deny that unfair circumstances exist or matter, and then to call our compromises "life." But our bodies, our deeper unconscious selves, remain harder to fool.

We twentieth-century Christians have chosen the way of compromise. We withdraw our Christian consciousness from the fields of public, commercial, and social life. When we enter these fields we are compelled to accept, for purposes of discussion, the secular frame of reference.

Politics sure is the ruination of many a good man.

It is understanding that gives us an ability to have peace. When we understand the other fellow's viewpoint, and he understands ours, then we can sit down and work out our differences.

You and I are stuck with the necessity of taking the worst of two evils or none at all. So-I'm taking the immature Democrat as the best of the two. Nixon is impossible.

It takes no compromising to give people their rights. It takes no money to respect the individual. It takes no survey to remove repressions.

I've been involved with violent movies, and then I've also said at a certain point, 'I can't take it anymore. Please cut it.' You know, you've got to respect the filmmaker, and it's a really tough issue.

Do you want to be right, or do you want to be in relationship?" Because you can't always have both. You can't cuddle up and relax with "being right" after a long day.

the fruit of the Spirit doesn't show itself so much when life is a dream, when there is no chaffing, no trials, no suffering, and no compromise. What shows itself in those moments of perfection is the fruit of the flesh

I can be agreeable," said Fairweller. "If the other party is." "Oh,well," said Bramble. "There goes that, then.

Kiernan, I love you. I am the man for you, the only one to know you and to love you. But you won't rule me. Do you understand? I'd give you everything that I can give you, but there are certain things that I cannot give. When you're ready to accept me for what I am, for what I believe, come to me.

He shook his head. "Scrub my back—and tell me more about the trip out here." "Ask me nicely." His silver eyes touched hers. "All right. Please scrub my back and tell me about the trip." She smiled, and tossed the washcloth his way. "No!" "All right, you little southern vixen," he warned. "Scrub my back or—" "Or what?" "I'll climb out of this tub, drag you back into it, and scrub yours.

You can't keep changing men, so you settle for changing your lipstick.

Did you and dad eat the raw-violi I left in the fridge?" "Sort of. I mean, we considered eating it. It made its way onto the table. But we ended up having the rest of the rawkin' raw-sagna instead. (Rawkin' raw-sagna: a sorry excuse for a real lasagna made with uncooked squash slices, tomatoes, and cashew paste, and served on—what else?—Elvis dinner plates). I don't have the heart to tell her that dad chucked both dinners and ordered us a pizza.

People need to understand that the Lauryn Hill they were exposed to in the beginning was all that was allowed in that arena at the time. I had to step away for the sake of the machine. I was being way too compromised. I felt uncomfortable having to smile in someone's face when I really didn't like them or know them well enough to like.

If everyone is a product of this society, who will say the things that need to be said, and do the things that need to be done, without compromise? Truth will never start out popular in a world more concerned with marketability than righteousness. It will initially suffer ridicule and even violence- yet ultimately it is undeniable. All of humanity is living in a dream world, but suffering real consequences.

The only principle I can see in this life, is that one must forfeit the less for the greater.

A man was like a child with his appetites. A woman had to yield him what he wanted, or like a child he would probably turn nasty and flounce away and spoil what was a very pleasant connection.

For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny, as the ordinary people try to do, but to fulfil it in its true potential --the imagination.

El poder para hacer daño es poder para negociar. La capacidad para explotarlo se llama diplomacia, una diplomacia perversa, pero diplomacia».

el arte de la dialéctica de dos voluntades opuestas que utilizan la fuerza para resolver su disputa».[1]

Sometimes a deal with the devil is better than no deal at all.