Quotes About Strife

Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and in triumph they could become the 'Momentary' masters of a 'Fraction' of a 'Dot'

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.

The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that, in glory and triumph, they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot. Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner, how frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our

For what is war renowned? He divides. He carves down the middle and makes enemies of even brothers and sisters, parents and offspring.

There is something relentless about the serenity of nature which has a crushing effect on the human mind. The lavish splendour of her phases, which completely ignores human strife, fills the race of men with the sensation of their own ephemeral insignificance and drives them mad.

Strahov jeze in ljubosumnosti, ki izmali?ijo osebnost, ne moremo razumevati lo?eno od karmi?nih okoliš?in, zaradi katerih so. Ko razumete in resni?no razumete, da so izkušnje vašega življenja potrebne za uravnoteženje energije vaše duše, imate vso svobodo, da se ne odzivate nanje osebno, da ne ustvarjate ve? negativne karme za svojo dušo.

10Wisdom opens your heart to receive wise counsel, But pride closes your ears to advice, And gives birth to only quarrels and strife.

But war is pain, and hate is woe.

the winds of war have been blowing us all around the world.

I wish that strife would vanish away from among gods and mortals, and gall, which makes a man grow angry for all his great mind, that gall of anger that swarms like smoke inside of a man's heart and becomes a thing sweeter to him by far than the dripping of honey.

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

But his sister, Artemis of the wild, the lady of wild beasts, scolded him bitterly and spoke a word of revilement: 'You run from him, striker from afar...Fool, then why do you wear that bow, which is wind and nothing.

and Terror and Rout and relentless Strife stormed too, sister of manslaughtering Ares, Ares' comrade-in-arms— Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth. Now Strife hurled down the leveler Hate amidst both sides, wading into the onslaught, flooding men with pain.

There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through.

There are no binding oaths between men and lions— wolves and lambs can enjoy no meeting of the minds— they are all bent on hating each other to the death. So with you and me. No love between us. No truce till one or the other falls and gluts with blood

As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, nor wolves and lambs have spirit that can be brought to agreement but forever these hold feelings of hate for each other, 265  so there can be no love between you and me, nor shall there be oaths between us, but one or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard.

Ares] you shifty hypocrite, don't come whining to me. I hate you more than any other god on Olympus.

Canta, diosa, de Aquiles el Pelida ese resentimiento -¡que mal haya!- que infligió a los aqueos mil dolores, y muchas almas de héroes esforzados precipitó al Hades...

Oh dear. I do believe this is self-pity. I am imagining myself dramatically dead, tragically taken from you and even more lamentably forgotten. What dreadful clichés war and social strife reduces us to, and how powerful the effect must be, if even I am so infected. I think I must pull myself together.

My greatest enemies are Women and the Sea. These things I hate. Women because they are weak and stupid and live in the shadow of men and are nothing compared to them, and the Sea because it has always frustrated me, destroying what I have built, washing away what I have left, wiping clean the marks I have made.

It is of course very difficult to see relations between America and Iran becoming increasingly tense and knowing that it is not the people of the countries but a subset of leaders and radicals that are causing such strife. I am hoping that the spirit of the people will triumph.

A contented mind is the best source for trouble.

All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that's why you so often want to kill each other.