Quotes About Strife

Whereas there is among you envy and strife, and divisions, are ye not carnal, and walk as men?

Dominance can be a tempration to division. "There are so many of us, we can afford to fight amongst ourselves.

They thought man was a creature of rapacious self-interest, and yet they wanted him to be free- free, in essence, to contend, to engage in an umpired strife, to use property to get property.

The flailing storm of lead crumpled and threw Jake Holman like a giant hand wadding wastepaper.

It were a good strife amongst Christians, one to labour to give no offence, and the other to labour to take none. The best men are severe to themselves, tender over others.

Wherever I found religion in my life I found strife, the attempt of one individual or group to rule another in the name of God. The naked will to power seemed always to walk in the wake of a hymn.

There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.

Peace, peace! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awaken'd from the dream of life; 'Tis we, who lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance, strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.

Why did people manufacture trouble when there was already so much of it in the world?

What we did in that momentous year of 1558 caused political strife, revolt, civil war, and invasion. There were times, in later years, when in the depths of despair I would wonder whether it had been worth it. The simple idea that people should be allowed to worship as they wished caused more suffering than the ten plagues of Egypt. So, if I had known then what I know now, would I have done the same? Hell yes.

No es fácil. No es nada fácil. Piensa en todo lo que quiere hacer las cosas mal. Todo el miedo del mundo, la violencia que proviene del miedo, el odio que proviene de la violencia, la soledad que proviene del odio. Hanno Hath

No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves.

No, I tend to see possession most often in the little things, Damien: in the senseless, petty spites and misunderstandings; the cruel and cutting word that leaps unbidden to the tongue between friends. Between lovers. Between husbands and wives. Enough of these and we have no need of Satan to manage our wars; these we manage for ourselves … for ourselves.

Não, costumo vez a possessão nas coisas, Damien. Nas picuinhas e nos desentendimentos; na palavra cruel e cortante que salta livre à língua entre amigos. Entre namorados. Entre marido e mulher. Temos muito disso e não precisamos de Satanás para criar nossas guerras. Conseguimos criá-las sozinhos... Sozinhos.

Take but degree away, untune that string,And, hark! what discord follows; each thing meetsIn mere oppugnancy: the bounded watersShould lift their bosoms higher than the shores,And make a sop of all this solid globe.

The cankers of a calm world and a long peace.

Thou art the Mars of malcontents.

For what is wedlock forced, but a hell,An age of discord and continual strife?Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss,And is a pattern of celestial peace.

See what a scourge is laid upon your hate,That heaven finds means to kill your joys with love.

Grim-visag'd war hath smooth'd his wrinkled front.

Two households, both alike in dignity In fair Verona, where we lay our scene From ancient grudge break to new mutiny Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life Whose misadventured piteous overthrows Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

Thy head is as full of quarrels as an egg is full of meat.

William Shakespeare

A plague o' both your houses