I think that quite often you can only find a choice between bad and worse. But I think it's worth making the effort, and I like to expose my characters to that sort of situation.
She’s not for you, nor you for her; at least, not in the way you both want.
But it was an ending.
I surrender to it, and by surrendering, I control it.
The Wheel of Time and the wheel of a man's life turn alike without pity or mercy.
As the Wheel of Time turns, places wear many names. Men wear many names, many faces. Different faces, but always the same man. Yet no one knows the Great Pattern the Wheel weaves, or even the Pattern of an Age. We can only watch, and study, and hope.