Quotes About Discord

It was as though a choir had been told not to sing harmoniously, but to sing their own songs, and to ensure that they were heard above the rest. I'm sure you can imagine what a deafening cacophony it would be.

have the impression, and I credit it, that in certain cases a union is no sooner forged than the seed of separation sprouts.

The bothersome noise of religious talk grows irksome when laid upon the living score of discordant behavior. Talkative's

A troublemaker plants seeds of strife; gossip separates the best of friends.

Well, her funeral is over, I hope, and her hymn sung; and our ears shan't be tortured with that discord and jargon. It has made me nervous. Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard-hard-harder.

wagons were circled, accusations were made, insults were hurled, and the nation was once again divided along party lines.

Christmas had done its usual merry work of setting husband against wife, relative against relative, and spreading bad will among men in general.

the Earl of Atholl's men and those of the Laird of Tullibardine cried out, "Burn the whore!

We want to annoy the whenever we can. The best thing we can do with environmentalists is shoot them.

So, these political activities will create friction in and of themselves, and in this environment of friction there'll be additional violence.

You want one civil war, brah?

I would never argue with a bi... over a weak dusty broke a.. ni....

The world is an unjust place." 'Death's brother is the name that poets give to sleep.

Britain was evidently divided,

O shame to men! Devil with devil damned Firm concord holds, men only disagree Of creatures rational, though under hope Of heavenly grace: and God proclaiming peace, Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife Among themselves, and levy cruel wars, Wasting the earth, each other to destroy: As if (which might induce us to accord) Man had not hellish foes enough besides, That day and night for his destruction wait.

Virgil was getting the impression that the group lacked cohesiveness.

She sounded like a blackboard being run through a table saw.

Weren't we having a mutiny?

The Art of Peace is medicine for a sick world. We want to cure the world of the sickness of violence, malcontent, and discord—this is the Way of Harmony. There is evil and disorder in the world because people have forgotten that all things emanate from one source. Return to that source and leave behind all self-centered thoughts, petty desires, and anger. Those who are possessed by nothing possess everything.

A family is but too often a commonwealth of malignants.

Trying to shatter peace, even if it's not one you agree with, is the work of the mad and the wicked.

If your reality is the same as my reality, then you're in trouble.

Deep-seated are the wounds dealt in civil brawls.

Rayne, why is it you feel the need to argue with every single thing I say?" "Because every single thing you say is usually stupid and ridiculous.