You pick a set-up, or else win a Pyrrhic victory, or you’re wrecked and ruined—you’re a ghostly echo from a broken wall.
F. Scott Fitzgerald -- Tender is the Night
GEORGE: (A Pyrrhic victory) Everything in its place, Martha …. everything in its own good time.
Edward Albee -- Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?
This was a Pyrrhic victory.
Abraham Verghese -- Cutting for Stone
Except that chastity only apparently triumphed, its victory was a Pyrrhic victory, because the demands of love could not be fettered, or coerced; suppressed love was not dead, it continued to live on in the dark, secret depths, straining for fulfillment—and broke the bands of chastity and reappeared, though in transmuted, unrecognizable form.