Quotes About Conflict

Two people can see the same thing, disagree, and yet both be right. It's not logical; it's psychological.

Do not hurt where holding is enough; do not wound where hurting is enough; do not maim where wounding is enough; and kill not where maiming is enough; the greatest warrior is he who does not need to kill.

Faith has no use for the sword, because those who ride with the sword to defend their faith ride with the devil by their side.

Can one really believe in the church universal and profess America First without offense to the body of Christ?

Streams of consequence flow from every action, and from every conflict there are two paths by which events may go.

If you must always defeat two enemies each time you take the field of battle, you will soon be overcome. And of any two enemies, anger is always the stronger.

It so happens that at times your desires tend to disagree with the reality and this is due to the fact that you have not let the two elements complement each other.

To rise above the conflicting desires of others, there must be no conflict about your own.

I pulled the homemade jail knife out that I had in my hand, Porkie pulled out the very sharp lockback knife that he had concealed up his sleeve. We told the warden and nurse to sit on the floor, and if they did as we told them then no one would get hurt.

In an unforgiving world, chaos rules.

I've had guns pointed at me, and I can tell you that it's not the right place to be standing if some is really mad at you!

The anti-hero has played an important role in the history of mankind, so much so that the whole ethos of what is good and bad has become blurred.

Prison madness is much the same! Insanity is plentiful in prisons. These days with the drug culture it's not a lot of difference, as a lot of convicts make themselves psychotic and paranoid. Many end up killers, all over petty and minor problems. Where men would once squabble, fight and kill over a ½ oz of bacca they now do the same over a gram of white powder or a bag of brown!

Urges like the loony who enjoys strangling, it's his buzz. He gets depressed when in seclusion, as he can't strangle anybody so in the end he hangs himself in turmoil. Their brain can't handle it. He wants so bad to kill, but they will not let him, so he has to kill himself.

I wanted to go in one direction, but my father forced me to follow his direction, and, somehow, he won. In one of these compelling situations, he wanted me to join the police force, but he had previously said that I didn't have the bastard brains to pass my driving test. What a contradiction of terms?

My father was always suppressing the softer side of my nature; it seemed to have disappeared in the course of those boxing lessons, that's what boxing did to me. My father took away the real me and replaced all what I could have been by imposing his brutal regime of terror upon me.

After a couple of weeks in Polmont, I started to become more assertive and began arguing with older, bigger boys. I loved it. This is where my ugly side would make some scary and unpredictable appearances. Even to this day, I can go from a happy-go-lucky cunt to the devil on acid.

The only kicks and highs people got then were the ones dished out in nightclub fights.

We were called to a pub that had our doormen on, we were told there was fighting. It was he, Big George, but he'd already left. We went in and the bouncers were smashed to bits, shirts ripped off, teeth knocked out, claret and glass everywhere. Single-handedly, George had demolished them, as if they were made out of cardboard.

I opened my coat and flashed the gun to Brew, all I had to do was point it and pull the trigger and that would be the end of one of my enemies. I'd probably have to shoot the second as he ran way from me totting the gun.

At that time, there was only one thing better that a good fight, and that was having a good fight and getting paid for it.

Obviously it's hard for anyone to imagine, but these dance halls were powder kegs just waiting to erupt. Names were made and reputations were enhanced or blown in a flash!

That was the trouble with working the doors, too many crybabies; you were always in a 'no win' situation.

There was just one cheeky bastard in the club that night and it started World War Three. There was a bloodbath down there, they all got locked up, and the police dogs didn't need feeding for a week after that.