Quotes About Conflict

I am the daughter of a Chicana and anglo. I think most days I am an embarrassment to both groups. I sometimes hate the white in me so viciously that I long to forget the commitment my skin has imposed upon my life.

May was young and beautiful, we were legally married, but she was caught in the prison of my skin.

In the end, my story, in Iraq and afterward, is about more than just killing people or even fighting for my country. It's about being a man. And it's about love as well as hate.

I love it when Muslims go to war with each other, as I do when the Christians do, because it shows there's no such thing as the Christian world and the Islamic world. That's all crap.

Where is love more glorified than where she dwells in the midst of her enemies?

Love has no place in a lawyer's office.

It is very difficult, it is perhaps impossible, for someone who loves his mother to love the woman whom your father left her for.

Few people love with the violence they hate.

Love is a battlefield.

Interest, ambition, fortune, time, temper, love, all kill friendship.

lack of self-esteem is what causes wars because people who really love themselves don't go out and try to fight other people ... It's the root of all the problems.

the battle's in your hands now, but I would lay my armor down, if you said you'd rather love than fight.

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

One heart cannot serve two masters.

There's so much destruction all over the world - and all you can do is complain about ME!

And by golly, love sure was a battlefield. Benatar was right about that.

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

Because he says he can't stand you and you act like you can't stand him, and whenever a man and a woman behave like that toward each other, it usually means something's going on.

I don't understand my feelings. I really don't. I don't understand how I could hate you so much after so much time. How, no matter how much I'd like to not hate you, I hate you even more. It grows.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

As Lacy waited for her turn to speak on Peter's behalf, she thought back to the first time she realized she could hate her own child.

Jane! will you hear reason?' (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) 'because, if you won't, I'll try violence.

She could not bear to look at him just now. If she did, she might well slap him again. Or cry. Or kiss him. And never know which was right and which was wrong and which was madness.

I didn't know what to say to her - I was caught in a love triangle with one dead side.