Quotes About Compromise

You can let more people into the mix who could possibly make you happy. Or you can hold out for that two percent of men who you assume meet your requirements, and hope that coincidentally, someone in that two percent feels that you're in his two percent. And even then, the people you assume to meet your requirements might in fact not be the right fit for you.

If the queen had balls, she'd be the king." If you go through life picking and choosing, if you don't recognize that "the perfect is the enemy of the good," you may deprive yourself of joy. At first patients are taken aback by my bluntness,

If you go through life picking and choosing, if you don't recognize that "the perfect is the enemy of the good," you may deprive yourself of joy.

Certainly we all have our deal-breakers. But when patients repeatedly engage in this kind of analysis, sometimes I'll say, "If the queen had balls, she'd be the king." If you go through life picking and choosing, if you don't recognize that "the perfect is the enemy of the good," you may deprive yourself of joy.

If you go through life picking and choosing, if you don't recognize that "the perfect is the enemy of the good,

When I married Mr. Right, I didn't realize his first name was ALWAYS.

Let me Guess-you lost the coin toss with Dell, which left you stuck with me. Only you don't know how to tell me this because you're a penis-carrying human and can't figure out how to communicate with a mere vagina.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

New rule, he said. No more rules. She smiled. And if I agree to this 'no more rules,' what's in it for me? Me. She felt the smile burst bloom across her face. Well, if that's not the best offer I've ever had.

We going to argue about this?" he asked. "Don't we argue about everything?" "Good point," he said. "Let's settle this one like adults— in the bedroom, naked.

A person who's willing to meet you halfway is usually, conveniently, a poor judge of distance.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

That's how relationships work. The system falls apart only when you're both too stubborn to go after the other person.

I used to think that love was all about red roses and expensive dinners. But the truth is, love is letting your mate steal a piece of bread off your plate. It's being awoken by snoring and refraining from shoving him out of bed. It's talking in code and trying to embarrass one another in public. It's going on adventures and making fun of each other. It's stupid fights and memorable make-ups." She squeezed Molly's hand.

She was going to be mine, but then my landlord said no dogs." "You live in your own house." "I'm awfully strict.

I can't believe I'm about to say this, I said. So think real careful about where this is coming from. Have you people ever considered *talking* when you've got a problem?

Head got nothing to do with the heart. Your heart wants what it wants. Head got to learn that it can only kill the heart or else get out of the way.

So many terrible things are done for love," Mab's voice said. "For love will men mutilate themselves and murder rivals. For love will even a peaceful man go to war. For love, man will destroy himself, and that right willingly.

I like her," Sanya rumbled in his deep, half-swallowed accent. "She is so tiny and fierce. I don't suppose she knows how to—" "Sanya," Michael said, his voice very firm. "We have talked about this." The dark-skinned Russian sighed and shrugged. "It could not hurt to ask." "Sanya." He lifted both hands in a gesture of surrender, grinning, and fell silent. The

Translation," I said. "We got around her fair and square. She won't like it, but she'll accept it." "Oh yeah," Thomas muttered under his breath. "This isn't coming back to bite anyone in the ass later.

Apparently a gun held to the back of my head engenders a sense of fellowship and goodwill in the depths of my soul. I cooperated.

Our idea of diplomacy is showing up with a gun in one hand and a sandwich in the other and asking which you'd prefer.

The state of our kids' room is a control battle we can win. But making an issue of it doesn't mean yelling at them. It means offering choices

Clinton sighed, and gave up. All his life he had given up. He didn't know why it was like that; why a man who wanted nothing but to live honestly and industriously and usefully - who, briefly, asked only the privileges of giving and helping - had had to compromise and surrender at every turn. But that was the way it had been, and that apparently was the way it was to be.