Quotes About Strife

Omin] ...All things must progress, and progression is not always a steady incline. Sometimes we must fall, sometimes we will rise - some must be hurt while others have fortune, for that is the only way we can learn to rely on one another. As one is blessed, it is his privilege to help those whose lives are not as easy. Unity comes from strife, child." Page 193

Put two men together, and they will find something to argue about. Gather them into groups, and one group will find reason to oppress or attack another.

We have grown complacent, timid. I fear that a little aggression, a little strife, might be exactly what we need. Or else…or else we will fall to the first wolf that sneaks past the gates.

So much about life was disappointment. He often wondered how humankind endured so long, and if the few moments when things went right really made up for all the rest.

Sometimes we must fall, sometimes we will rise—some must be hurt while others have fortune, for that is the only way we can learn to rely on one another. As one is blessed, it is his privilege to help those whose lives are not as easy. Unity comes from strife, child.

All the gang of those who rule us Hope our quarrels never stop Helping them to split and fool us So they can remain on top.

What we thrive on is hatred and violence; if we were a peaceable people we would have peace tomorrow.

It seems wherever I go there is drama

Behind the world is chaos. Each word a stripe, a bar, but there are not and never will be enough bars to make the mesh

All these thoughts of love and strife Glimmered through his lurid life, As the stars' intenser light Through the red flames o'er him trailing, As his ships went sailing, sailing, Northward in the summer night.

I felt a melting in me. No more my splintered heart and maddened hand were turned against the wolfish world.

Even though human spirit always enjoys the peace, the human ego drives joy from war.

All those bickering worshippers, each one convinced their version is the right one. Imagine getting prayers from ten million believers, not one of them believing the same thing as the one kneeling beside him or her. Imagine all those Holy Books, not one of them agreeing on anything, yet all of them purporting to be the word of that one god. Imagine two armies annihilating each other, both in that god's name. Who wouldn't be driven mad by that?

When the snares don't hit together, it's just the most awful thing to hear.

The souls of emperors and cobblers are cast in the same mold. The same reason that makes us wrangle with a neighbor creates a war betwixt princes.

Life itself was only futility, vain words, a squabble of cap and bells.

Nothing is constructed, made or invented, except in relative peace, in a small, rare pocket of local peace maintained in the middle of the universal devastation produced by perpetual war.

Everything was in a mess in the Oblonskys

Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.

There is an enemy-maker in each of us. We make enemies of the people we love the most and the people we know the least.

I have been happy, though in a dream. I have been happy-and I love the theme: Dreams! in their vivid colouring of life As in that fleeting, shadowy, misty strife

What dire offence from am'rous causes springs. What mighty contests rise from trivial things.

It is often easier for us to destroy each other than it is to resolve our differences. Such is the cosmic joke of human nature!

An organism at war with itself is doomed.