Quotes About Conflict

It's like a man in the trenches again: he doesn't know any more why he should go on living, because if he escapes now he'll only be caught later, but he goes on just the same, and even though he has the soul of a cockroach and has admitted as much to himself, give him a gun or a knife or even just his bare nails, and he'll go on slaughtering and slaughtering, he'd slaughter a million men rather than stop and ask himself why.

Life, as we all know, is conflict, and man, being part of life, is himself an expression of conflict. If he recognizes the fact and accepts it, he is apt, despite the conflict, to know peace and to enjoy it. But to arrive at this end, which is only a beginning (for we haven't begun to live yet!), a man has got to learn the doctrine of acceptance, that is, of unconditional surrender, which is love.

What we thrive on is hatred and violence; if we were a peaceable people we would have peace tomorrow.

Dondequiera que fuese fomentaba la discordia: no porque fuera idealista, sino porque era como un reflector que revelaba la estupidez y futilidad de todo.

We do not talk, we bludgeon one another with facts and theories gleaned from cursory readings of newspapers, magazines and digests.

It seems wherever I go there is drama

She crowned him with a whisky bottle and her tongue was full of lice and tomorrows.

She knows I did not come this evening to fertilize her. She knows there is something germinating inside me which will destroy her.

The most ignorant and degenerate of them will be asked to shoulder a gun and fight for a civilization which has brought them nothing but misery and degradation.

If we war with one another, we set our Soul at conflict with herself. We are one. Particular and peculiar manifestations of our One Soul. There are others, too, who are us, fulfilling our Soul's potential in ways beyond our imagining. We are the same Soul's dreaming, all of us, the dreams that stuff is made of. When we finally recognize ourselves in one another the world will be mended. Then

I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions

He says, "Good … I'll write up the sales slip." You interject, "No … wait—maybe we can talk." He arches an eyebrow and says, "When you and your wife finish discussing this, you'll find me in Hardware," and strolls away.

Not every problem someone has with his girlfriend is necessarily due to the capitalist mode of production.

They fell like wolves At each other's throats, Like bulls bellowing, And horses gasping for breath That have run all day.

Whatever fosters militarism makes for barbarism; whatever fosters peace makes for civilization.

With a massive act of will he held himself steady, but emotions were pouring through him like a torrent. He could no longer understand why he had fought so long and so hard with his father. The disagreements seemed unimportant, even silly.

we should never look on history as a period of peace peppered by outbreaks of war, but rather as a period of war peppered by outbreaks of peace.

Politics is an all-consuming mistress that can destroy your family life, warp your personality, and wreck your health.

We cannibals must help these Christians.

But thus it often is, that the constant friction of illiberal minds wears out at last the best resolves of the more generous.

But Captain Vere was now again motionless, standing absorbed in thought. Again starting, he vehemently exclaimed, Struck dead by an angel of God! Yet that angel must hang!

The fiendlike skill we display in the invention of all manner of death-dealing engines, the vindictiveness with which we carry on our wars, and the misery and desolation that follow in their train, are enough of themselves to distinguish the white civilized man as the most ferocious animal on the face of the earth.

Now, as you well know, it is not seldom the case in this conventional world of ours—watery or otherwise; that when a person placed in command over his fellow-men finds one of them to be very significantly his superior in general pride of manhood, straightway against that man he conceives an unconquerable dislike and bitterness; and if he had a chance he will pull down and pulverize that subaltern's tower, and make a little heap of dust of it.

What is it, what nameless, inscrutable, unearthly thing is it; what cozening, hidden lord and master, and cruel, remorseless emperor commands me; that against all natural loving and longings, I so keep pushing, and crowding, and jamming myself on all the time; recklessly making me ready to do what in my own proper, natural heart, I durst not so much as dare?