Quotes About Compromise

Of course, there is often nothing worse than war and violent death. But a truism that bears repeating is that peace, as a primary goal, is dangerous because it implies that you will sacrifice any principle for the sake of it.

At first, people want to harbor anger, thinking that it shows self-respect to remain angry. "He can't do this to me. I won't take it!" Eventually, they come to see that the harbored anger is compromising their personality. They are more surly and hot-tempered than they were before.

Self-interest at its healthiest implicitly recognizes the self-interest of others, and therein lies the possibility of compromise. A rigid moral position admits few compromises.

When you're in a weak position, getting the best deal possible is a victory.

Después de todo, no se puede contentar a todo el mundo.

The middle of the road is where the white line is—and that's the worst place to drive.

In every culture the total word of God has to be declared to us by another. In every culture the message of the gospel is in constant danger of being compromised by the value system that supports that culture and its goals. The stranger to that culture can instinctively identify those points of surrender and call the community back to a purer and more authentic faith. But such infusions of new life are usually resented and resisted.

When under attack, our heart can take a similarly sudden and unconscious turn. When faced with pressure and strong opinions, we often stop worrying about the goal of adding to the pool of meaning and start looking for ways to win, punish, or keep the peace. Winning

avoid creating bad feelings or wasting our time?" It's interesting to watch what happens when people are presented with and questions after being stuck with Fool's Choices. Their faces become reflective, their eyes open wider, and they begin to think. With surprising regularity, when people are asked: "Is it possible that there's a way to accomplish both?" they acknowledge that there very well may be.

By tentatively sharing a story rather than attacking, name-calling, and threatening, the worried spouse averted a huge battle, and the couple's relationship was strengthened at a time when it could easily have been damaged.

In truth, everyone argues about important issues. But not everyone splits up. It's how you argue that matters.

The only distinction between him and the monsters he'd taken down was the legitimacy of being paid by the winning side. Or

If I ever do get married, Tariq said, they'll have to make room for three on the wedding stage. Me, the bride, and the guy holding the gun to my head

Their fights didn't so much end as dissipate, like a drop of ink in a bowl of water, with a residual taint that lingered.

The truth was no. The lie was yes. I settled for something in between. I don't know.

Un doigt coupé afin de sauver une main.

I'm not going to pick her up and carry her screaming to the basement," Trent said. "It's a workday. Besides, she has a crutch." "Crutch or no, she's hurt!" Ceri protested. "I mean," Trent said intently, "she can hit me with it if I do something she doesn't like.

Why? I said, taking the paper from him as Al smiled. If it's not what I agreed to, I will burn Al's gonads off the first chance I get. Turn around. I need to use your back for a second. Ah, hold on a tick, Al said, snapping his fingers again and catching the new paper drifting down. How silly of me. This is the one. Here.

Trent sighed, visibly bothered at my admittedly childish behavior, but I was hot, damn it, and needed money, and therefore I was vulnerable to his bribes and his air-conditioned car.

It was a nice bit of blackmail that kept him off my back, but he refused to take the message that I wasn't going to work for him. 'Course, that might be my fault…since I seemed unable to say no when he waved enough money at me.

Tell me where you want it," I said. Minias drew back, his purple robes shifting about his ankles. "You're asking me?" "Well, unless you want a big R on your forehead.

I thought this was the safest place to hammer out an agreement with Piscary," I said meekly. "My office?" he barked. "Well…" I hedged. "Maybe a conference room?

Shades of gray, I thought, knowing I was slipping into places I had vowed I'd never go.

It's lawmakers know better than anyone that laws are more a matter of practical compromise than any kind of moral imperative.