Quotes About Strife

I'm just baffled in the 21st century we as human beings are still dropping bombs on each other as a means to resolve issues.

The record business sucks!

Benefit your friends; make sure your enemies suffer from being your enemies.

There is no disgrace in an enemy suffering ill at an enemy's hand, when you hate mutually.

Fires of suffering and strife are raging around the world.

What we choose to fight is so tiny! What fights with us is so great.

The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.

Let the war turn off the families. Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

Patience, Montag. Let the war turn off the "families". Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.

Of course there are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten before the end is told—before the end is told—even if there happens to be any end to it.

don't in the least understand why men can't live without wars.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's expensive.

For war there is always enough. It's peace that's too expensive.

Trust in Him When we trust in ourselves, it leads to strife and shows that we don't trust God to do what He says in His Word—be with us, deliver us, and honor us. When we trust God, however, it leads to the reward of peace—peace within ourselves, peace with God, and peace with others.

When we do not take authority over our own souls and we allow our emotions to run wild, we lose our peace very quickly. We certainly end up in inner turmoil and we often create strife in our relationships. For

I have never seen sheep kill sheep, but wolves? We have civil unrest in Pakistan, Iran, Afghanistan, Lebanon, Sudan, Somalia, Algeria, the Philippines, Indonesia, Egypt, Occupied Judea…everywhere. Where the creed of the wolf thrives, everyone dies. The sheep are not the only ones dying—the wolves eat the sheep, but they are also killing each other without mercy.

I strove with none, for none was worth my strife;Nature I loved; and next to Nature, Art.I warm'd both hands before the fire of life;It sinks, and I am ready to depart.

Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher I strove with none, for none was worth my strife. Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art: I warm'd both hands before the fire of life; It sinks; and I am ready to depart.

Most of the outcry is about money. It is this that wearies the courts, pits father against son, brews poisons, and gives swords to the legions and to cut-throats alike. . . . Because of it, nights resound with the quarrels of husbands and wives, crowds swarm to the tribunals of the magistrates, kings rage and plunder and overthrow states that have been built by the long labor of centuries, in order that they may search for gold and silver in the very ashes of cities.

No one ever wins a generational war.

Marriage is the torment of one, the felicity of two, the strife and enmity of three.

I believe the common denominator of the universe is not harmony; but chaos, hostility and murder.

To seek, beneath the universal strife, the hidden harmony of things.

Che si spezzi il cuore affidato ad un corpo che vuole e non vuole morire; anzi disvuole volendo la morte tacita e notturna, in una stanza nottivaga, libera da storie magica stanza inquieta nella mano palpitante e sincera la mano che calza la mattina, la copre le coperte sventagliate al sole che sta lì dinanzi al vento di albe e mattine