Quotes About Conflict

More wars are lost to lack of information than are lost to lack of courage.

Deal with your own stupid planet, you idiot. Don't make me come over there and slap you around again.

War is the last option of the state that has failed

Pride doesn't win battles.

I thought I'd gotten over feeling like I need to strangle members of this team. Turns out my desire to murder Cody in a violent, dehumanizing fashion had nothing to do with the darkness. It was completely natural.

If you spend your life knocking people down, you eventually find they won't stand up for you.

Your way would have involved making several more corpses. Well, I am a sword, Nightblood said with a mental huff. Might as well stick to what you're good at.…

People rarely want to kill, David. It's not the basic makeup of the healthy human mind. In most situations they will go to great lengths to avoid killing. Remember that, and it will help you.

That's what war is," Cobb told me. "A bunch of sorry, desperate fools on both sides, just trying to stay alive. That's the part that those stories you love leave out, isn't it? It's always more convenient when you can fight a dragon. Something you don't have to worry you'll start caring about.

He didn't recruit me," Cett pointed out. "I got pulled by my balls into this little fiasco." "I wish I cared enough to apologize," Elend said, staring at them.

Your words make sense up here," Kaladin said, tapping his head. "But not down here." He slapped his breast. "That's always been your problem, son. Letting your heart override your head." "My head can't be trusted sometimes," Kaladin said.

Instead, he gripped her forearm. "Why, Jasnah? Why have you always denied me?" "Other than the fact that you are a detestable buffoon who achieves only the lowest level of mediocrity, as it is the best your limited mind can imagine? I can't possibly think of a reason.

Adolin might claim he was a different from his father, but in fact they were two shades of the same paint. Often, two similar colors clashed worse than wildly different ones would.

You're wrong about me". Wax said, spinning the chamber, feeling the trigger, hoping the gun still worked. He looked up at Bleeder and leveled the weapon. Looking down these sights, he saw Lessie. His stomach turned again. "How am I wrong?" Bleeder asked. Rusts she was crying. "I'm not Harmony's hands", Wax whispered. "I'm his sword." Then he fired.

Cobb," I said, stepping closer. "Those aren't bloodthirsty monsters out there; they're just people. Normal people, with lives, and loves, and families." "And what did you think we've been fighting against all these years?" Cobb asked.

After living with the enemy," I admitted, "I learned it wasn't so simple. I didn't discover that their cause was just, mind you. Only that most of them weren't evil. They were merely people. Following, by accident, someone who was evil.

He grabbed the sword from the man he had felled, holding the weapon in unpracticed hands, staring down a much larger force. "I was wrong about that one, Mistress," Sazed said softly. "I ... apologize." Vin smiled.

They're trying to be good. But they're, you know, Alethi. Conquering folks is basically their primary cultural heritage.

You will not distract me from my current purpose, adversary. Though you have fought admirably, I will defeat you, then compose poetry for your funeral." "This…um…isn't to the death, Hesho." "I will defeat you," he said in the same exact tone, "and compose poetry for your retirement party.

There's no profit in peace.

I'VE seen Steelheart bleed. I've seen him scream. I've seen him burn. I've seen him die in an inferno, and I was the one who killed him. Yes, the hand that pushed the detonator was his own, but I don't care—and have never cared—which hand actually took his life. I made it happen. I've got his skull to prove it.

People are discord," Syl said. "What does that mean?" "You all act differently and think differently. Nothing else is like that—animals act alike (...) There's harmony in that. But not in you—it seems that no two of you can agree on anything. All the world does as it is supposed to, except for humans. Maybe that's why you so often want to kill each other.

Ten people, with Shardblades alight, standing before a wall of black and white and red.

Well, I didn't wanna kill someone in cold blood—" "That's good, I suppose." "—but there weren't no fire around to light her with first.