Quotes About Strife

People seem to fight about things very unsuitable for fighting. They make a frightful noise in support of very quiet things. They knock each other about in the name of very fragile things.

somewhere under the rage, there's something human. barely.

Arguments are too much like disputes.

Religious contention is the devil's harvest.

The quarrel is a very pretty quarrel as it stands - we should only spoil it by trying to explain it.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

When the guns roar, the arts die.

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Wars raged everywhere as men found new, inventive ways to kill even more of their race. It was like a contest, the many tribes of mankind competing to see who could commit the worst atrocities.

It always seems to be important to have at least one person in the vicinity to hate.

Peace? I hate the word as I hate hell and all Montagues.

A plague on both your houses.

Let me have war, say I: it exceeds peace as far as day does night; it's spritely, waking, audible, and full of vent. Peace is a very apoplexy, lethargy; mulled, deaf, sleepy, insensible; a getter of more bastard children than war's a destroyer of men.

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life, Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Doth with their death bury their parents' strife. . . . O, I am fortune's fool! . . . Then I defy you, stars.

What art thou drawn among these heartless hinds? Turn thee Benvolio, look upon thy death.

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life; Whole misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Viola to Duke Orsino: 'I'll do my best To woo your lady.' [Aside.] 'Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

War is no strife To the dark house and the detested wife.

Yet, a barful strife! Whoe'er I woo, myself would be his wife.

What's the matter, you dissentious rogues, That rubbing the poor itch of your opinion Make yourselves scabs?

Caesar. Nor heaven nor earth have been at peace to-night.      Thrice

If we don't end war, war will end us.

The growth of the great antagonisms abroad was accompanied by the progressive aggravation of party strife at home.