Quotes About Compromise

A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.

Marriage is really tough because you have to deal with feelings ... and lawyers.

My fiance and I are having a little disagreement. What I want is a big church wedding with bridesmaids and flowers and a no-expense-spared reception; what he wants is to break off our engagement.

Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less.

The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.

They looked at each other in dismay, and she knew just what he was thinking. He wanted her gone, but he needed her. She wanted to help, but she wanted to do it wearing britches. Neither of them had a hope of getting what they wanted.

He nodded. "You're right. It's probably for the best." Bitterness rose in my throat. I hated things being for the best. They never really were. It was a phrase that sugarcoated the leftover crumbs of our options.

But now I knew finding love and holding on to it were not the same thing.

Stop cutting me off!" he yelled. The steel of his eyes sparkled with warning. "The least you can do is give me a chance to speak! We're gonna talk!

you'll be your usual overbearing self." Min smiled wanly and allowed him to lead her toward the bedroom. His arm was still around her, she was half-leaning against him. Her head fitted into the crook of his shoulder.

Ik wil een normaal gesprek met je voeren en omdat jij zo lang bent, kan ik dat niet doen als je er niet bij gaat zitten. Dan krijg ik kramp in mijn nek. - Silvia

Men are imperfect creatures, aren't they? But they are the only opposite sex we have, so we must make the best of them.

I felt caught in a dilemma that was new to me then but which since has become horribly familiar: the trap of adult life, in which you are held, wriggling, powerless to act because you can see both sides. On that occasion, as generally in the future, I compromised.

Anyway, everybody gets something, and nobody gets everything, and that's the way it is.

Life is full of tough choices between less-than-perfect alternatives.

Just deciding where to go on vacation can often test the marriage's flexibility. One partner wants to do something physical and adventurous, like trying to outrun molten lava down a volcano; the other prefers something more restful, even spiritual, like raking gravel in a Buddhist monastery.

Who would not give up wit for power and beauty?

When the thing standing between you and your heart's desire is another person with their own wants and needs, the answer is never as simple as just laying down the law. We all understand this when someone else tries to tell us what we can and can't do, but conveniently forget it when it's our turn to give orders. This blind spot is common to people on all parts of the political spectrum, which is one reason why I don't like arguing politics much.

I know you were here first," Letitia said. "I know you think it's your place. But you don't get to keep it all to yourself, not anymore. I'm staying. Dead or alive, at war or in peace—that's up to you.

The civil rights movement ended in a kind of negotiated compromise. Black Americans were granted legal equality, while white America was allowed to nurture and maintain an illusion of innocence, even as it continued to live in almost complete separation.

Marriage takes work, otherwise you're home together all day.

She technically apologized yesterday, but it was one of those married-people apologies, more of a tactical move than anything else, a way of moving on with things.

Mais est-ce la bonne solution que de fermer les yeux sur l'effritement de notre vie pour ne les entrouvrir craintivement qu'à la veille de la mort ? N'est-il pas préférable de les ouvrir grands dès maintenant, pour nous demander : « Comment donner un sens à ma vie ? » Laissons tomber le masque des conventions, des compromis entretenus avec nos pairs, dans ce jeu que nous poursuivons depuis trop longtemps.

The notion of characters, as the traditional form of the novel, is only one of the compromises by which the writer, drawn out of himself by literature in search of its essence, tries to salvage his relations with the world and himself.