Quotes About Conflict

Vivre mais un cadavre entre les mains de ceux qui la haïssent. N'essayer en rien de voir au-delà.

I won't undertake war until I have tried all the arts and means of peace.

War begun without good provision of money beforehand for going through with it is but as a breathing of strength and blast that will quickly pass away. Coin is the sinews of war.

Misery is the company of lawsuits.

We live in a time in which violence is right before our very eyes. The word is applied to extremely varied contexts, but each is marked by open violence--by violent acts, fury, hatred, massacres, cruelty, collective atrocities--but also by the cloacked violences of economic domination, of capital-labor relations, of the great North-South divide, to say nothing of all of the "every day" violences perpetrated against the weak: women, children, all those excluded by the social system.

Those who scream incoherent challenges at unseen enemies perhaps were too gentle to slash out and destroy their real and intimate foes.

a real program of social and economic reform [in Vietnam] would have involved a real conflict ... between the peasants ... and the landlords and the city people... [it] was difficult ... because it required a concern for the peasants ... it was those capacities ... its American supporters lacked.

quarrelling, even as briefly as they did, resembled

You're a peach full of poison, you know that?" Mosca snapped back, but could not quite keep a hint of admiration from her tone.

What's a little maiming and treachery between friends?

Choose a lie that others wish to believe" was written beneath it. "They will cling to it, even if it is proven false before their face. If anyone tries to show them the Truth, they will turn on them and fight them tooth and nail.

She was trying to force her theory to make sense, but there were some annoying knobbly facts getting in the way. She had the uneasy feeling that she was thumping mismatched jigsaw pieces together to make them fit.

People's personalities took up space, he sometimes thought. When they were trapped in a house or a job or a school together, they rubbed up against each other, squeaked like balloons, and made sparks. Ryan's parents both had large, gleaming, hot-air-balloon personalities. Sometimes it was hard to fit them into the same house, and Ryan had learned the art of suddenly making himself take up less space, demand less, so that his parents were not chafing against each other as much.

What would have happened if Caverna had been torn by a civil war, the two opposed leaders housed in a single body?

I hate you!" Pen's would-be shout was muffled by breathlessness, and not-Triss realized that the younger girl was sobbing with exhaustion and rage. "I hate you! You stupid . . . Why did you have to happen? I never asked for a stupid . . . stupid . . . toothy . . . stupid . . . monster thing.

The Childersins were armed with swords and daggers. The Cartographers were armed with nothing but surprise, but really quite a lot of surprise.

In the heart of the clock tower, cog fought cog in darkness, each biting with all the force of its metal teeth, never guessing that they were part of one great, relentless machine.

Before the war, everyone had their rung on the ladder, and they didn't look much below or above it. But now? Low and high died side by side in Flanders Fields, and looked much the same facedown in the mud.

She doesn't want to be with either of you,' he warned. 'If she loved her boyfriend, she wouldn't have gotten involved with you, and if she loved you, she would have left her boyfriend immediately.

Think of renovating a house like operating the federal government. You start with a budget and the revenue to finance it. Then the special interests keep adding items to the list; you have to end the war between the interior decorator and the electrician, so you pump in more money to buy peace; and by the time you're done, you're $16 trillion in debt and having to borrow money from the Chinese.

Man is a rebel, and a rebel is naturally in confusion. He is in conflict with every other rebel. For a rebel by his very nature is selfish. He is seeking his own good and not the good of others.

The world doesn't give peace, for it doesn't have any peace to give. It fights for peace, it negotiates for peace, it maneuvers for peace, but there is no ultimate peace in the world. But Jesus gives peace to those who put their trust in Him.

We live in an upside-down world. People hate when they should love, quarrel when they should be friendly, fight when they should be peaceful, wound when they should heal, steal when they should share, do wrong when they should do right.

Grumbling and gratitude are, for the child of God, in conflict. Be grateful and you won't grumble. Grumble and you won't be grateful.