Quotes About Conflict

Her mother, an employee with a state-owned company, is a Serb. Her father, an engineer, is a Muslim, which means that S. is neither one nor the other. That is why S. thinks she is exempt from alignment. This is what she believed until the armed men and soldiers arrived in her mountain village that same day. Now, however, she sees that for her war began the moment others started dividing and labelling her, when nobody asked her anything any more.

Category of 'enemy' could spread to the whole nation

War is a racket. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

War is just a racket... I believe in adequate defense at the coastline and nothing else.

WAR is a racket. It always has been. It is possibly the oldest, easily the most profitable, surely the most vicious. It is the only one international in scope. It is the only one in which the profits are reckoned in dollars and the losses in lives.

AL INFIERNO CON LA GUERRA

To summarize: Three steps must be taken to smash the war racket. We must take the profit out of war. We must permit the youth of the land who would bear arms to decide whether or not there should be war. We must limit our military forces to home defense purposes.

A sword age, a wind age, a wolf age. No longer is there mercy among men.

THE life of Snorri Sturluson fell in a great but contradictory age, when all that was noble and spiritual in men seemed to promise social regeneration, and when bloody crimes and sordid ambitions gave this hope the lie. Not less than the rest of Europe, Scandinavia shared in the bitter conflict between the law of the spirit and the law of the members.

Two things greater than all the things are.On is love and the other is war.

When the debate is lost, slander becomes the tool of the loser.

So many writers fight an uphill battle trying to interest their readers in matters that have no inherent conflict.

The secret of creating conflict in scenes you write is to give your characters different scripts.

Mindful of this difficulty, Hilaire Belloc predicted the "necessary" conflict between the civil state and the Catholic Church in America. He said in so many words, of course, "the Catholic Church in America." He was not referring to the star-spangled "American Catholic Church" which is after all only a Modernist sect of long standing, with a large growing membership. No conflict with Pilate should arise there.

This earth is hard symmetry This earth of feverish war This earth inflamed with hate

I never believed in dharma. karma, reincarnation, or any of that spiritual crap, which caused sort of a problem growing up because my parents are devout Hindus.

My parents separated when I was four. It wasn't the smoothest of divorces, but then as my mother always says, you can't have a passionate marriage without a passionate divorce.

Weak people always attack strong people - it's safer. It's weak people who are dangerous, who lash out uncontrollably and hurt you back. Stong people can walk away - no repercussions, you see, if you attack a stong person.

I should like to toss Eustace on a fire! What a pity such actions are against the law. All I can say is that whoever made that particular law must never have met Eustace.

How in the name of heaven can anything ever be made better by bloodshed and mass slaughter? How can any improvement be brought about by men who wish only to smash and destroy, who cannot speak of their hopes and dreams without their faces twisting in hatred and anger?

Bagaimana sesuatu yang baik bisa dihasilkan dari pertumpahan darah dan pembunuhan besar-besaran? Bagaimana kemajuan bisa dicapai oleh orang-orang yang hanya ingin merusak dan menghancurkan, yang tidak bisa menceritakan harapan dan impiannya tanpa memberengut benci dan marah?

Oh. Yeah? Then do me a favor and explain it to me. Why is Hunter so important? Why does it gotta be him? 'Cause that's what this is about, right? You fuck me but you still want to be with him.

His hands lifted and slid over my tear-soaked cheeks, holding me almost tenderly. He looked troubled. There was no other word for it. "I don't know what it is you do to me." I do something to him? His voice continued, a dark little whisper rushing over my lips. "But I'm not going to fight it anymore.

Love brought out the worst in people, gave them free license to abuse each other.