Quotes About Conflict

Arms are the profession of exiles. (311)

Because in all of the whole human race Mrs. Lovett, there are two kinds of men and only two There's the one staying put in his proper place And the one with his foot in the other one's face

Is it always "or"? Is it never "and"?

You can weigh John Brown's body well enough,But how and in what balance weigh John Brown?

When gods war with gods, they use weapons we do not know.

We heard the shots in the night But nobody knew next day what the trouble was And a man must go to his work. So I didn't see him For three days, then, and me near out of my mind And all the patrols on the streets with their dirty guns And when he came back, he looked drunk, and the blood was on him.

Like all wage slaves, he had two crosses to bear: the people he worked for and the people he worked with

Malvern Hill was clearly a battle General Lee did not intend to be fought the way it was fought, and it demonstrated once again his lack of effective control over his lieutenants

Even as McClellan conferred with his superiors, sounds of renewed battle came from the direction of Chantilly, a country estate a few miles north of Centreville and on the flank of Pope's army.

The fact of the matter is that George G. Meade, unexpectedly and against the odds, thoroughly outgeneraled Robert E. Lee at Gettysburg.18

What if I'm not a superhero. What if I'm the bad guy?

The war had lasted three years; only 883 Americans died in battle, 3,349 more of disease. Of the 1 million dead Filipinos (out of a population of 6 million), 16,000 were guerrillas, 984,000 civilians.

If there is a God, the phrase that must disgust him is "holy war".

without fear, we'd have no need for religion or war.

Signaling them to be quiet, Terry ushered them away. "My father is speaking to JAMSTEC's Board of Directors. Dr. Craven's team sold us out, stating that our facility is totally inadequate and that we are clueless about how to care for the pup. She predicted it would be dead before the end of the week. As you probably heard, Dr. Simidu is livid. As of now—

Danielson can kiss my big hairy ass. The guy not only destroyed your career, he locked you up in a loony bin for three months. He should be publicly apologizing to you, not leading a mission. This is strictly damage control.

You mean the guy puking his guts out in your bathroom … the same guy who woke the building up this morning with a blood-curdling scream? The one with no job whose evil former sister-in-law recently dedicated her life to making the rest of his life miserable?

Go fuck yourself," she spat back. "Who the hell are you to criticize me? Will my weeping bring back the dead? Will my guilt? I came in here because my room is next door and I heard you screaming. Next time, I won't bother." Jonas grabbed her arm as she went for the door. "Wait. I'm sorry—" "Leave me alone." "Celeste, please . . . My brain's fried, give me a break.

Murder's the taking of one man's life by another - war's the other way around.

Those who lead double lives do so because they can only count that far

Like snowflakes, no two fistfights are the same.

Behind the bar hung a photo of Roni Loveless, the boxer who, ordered to throw a fight, burst through an inner struggle to beat not only his opponent but everyone in the arena and its locality in an outward-blooming explosion of violence against suppressive mediocrity.

Never argue with a man whose tattoos outnumber his teeth.

Which comes first: Good or Evil? Usually evil. Good counters.