Quotes About Conflict

You make something big out of something so little, because you have the need to be right and make everybody else wrong. You also try hard to be right by giving them your own opinions.

Some people can lead the whole world into a great war where millions of people die. There are tyrants all around the world who invade other countries and destroy their people because the tyrants believe in lies.

Cuando creemos algo, suponemos que tenemos razón hasta el punto de llegar a destruir nuestras relaciones para defender nuestra posición.

Military force should never be used for its own sake, but always to achieve a political objective.

No military man is ever anxious to fight," said Cole. "We've seen war, and we've seen peace, and there's not a soldier or sailor anywhere in the galaxy who doesn't think peace is better.

Tell me, doc. Tell me. Why do they have wars?" I shook my head. Was there ever a good reason? To make the world safe for democracy? To stop the death camps? To free the slaves? Maybe. Those were better reasons than cheap oil. But up close, no matter what the reason, it was husbands and sons and brothers who never came home.

Wars and war rumors sold a lot of soap these days.

If you look at old Earth's bloodiest periods, there are several patterns that repeat. One is missionaries come. Missionaries get killed. Army comes. Houses and crops get burned. Natives get killed. And the flag comes last. Suddenly a whole lot of local folks find themselves with an empress or kaiser or president they never voted for.

If what they say is true, and a wise warrior must know her enemy, then it may follow that the only person whom you understand . . . and who really understands you . . . is your enemy.

Many times had Spock listened patiently while Sarek recounted, with thinly veiled bitterness, the manner in which humans, immediately following their first contact with the crew of a Vulcan scout ship, had captured the scouts and tortured them into divulging the secrets of interstellar navigation. In short order, the Terrans had turned the Vulcans' knowledge to their own aims, laying the foundation for their nascent star empire.

I was struck by the absurdity of the idea when I recalled to mind that once upon a time there were some exceedingly wise people who thought that the stars of heaven participated in our insignificant squabbles for a slice of ground, or some other imaginary rights.

I can tell you, it's going to end badly; these Asiatics are all like this. After a good pull of young wine, the knife-play begins!' We mounted our horses and galloped home.

Love is a battle, said Marie-Claude, still smiling. And I plan to go on fighting. To the end. Love is a battle? said Franz. Well, I don't feel at all like fighting. And he left.

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary.

No one can give anyone else the gift of the idyll; only an animal can do so, because only animals were not expelled from Paradise. The love between dog and man is idyllic. It knows no conflicts, no hair-raising scenes; it knows no development.

In spite of their love, they had made each other's life a hell. The fact that they loved each other was merely proof that the fault lay not in themselves, in their behavior or inconstancy of feeling, but rather in their incompatibility: he was strong and she was weak.

She knew, of course that she was being supremely unfair, that Franz was the best man she ever had- he was intelligent, he understood her paintings, he was handsome and good-but the more she thought about it, the more she longed to ravish his intelligence, defile his kindheartedness, and violate his powerless strength

The bloody massacre in Bangladesh quickly covered over the memory of the Russian invasion of Czechoslovakia, the assassination of Allende drowned out the groans of Bangladesh, the war in the Sinai Desert made people forget Allende, the Cambodian massacre made people forget Sinai, and so on and so forth until ultimately everyone lets everything be forgotten.

Fortunately, I read (the books) without knowing what I was in for, and the best thing that can ever happen to a reader happened to me: I loved something that, by conviction (or by my nature) I should not have loved

Hate traps us by binding us too tightly to our adversary. This is the obscenity of war: the intimacy of mutually shed blood, the lascivious proximity of two soldiers who, eye to eye, bayonet each other.

Love is a battle she said smiling, And I plan on going fighting 'til the end. Love is a battle? well, I don't feel at all like fighting, and he left.

Homer never wondered whether, after their many hand-to-hand struggles, Achilles or Ajax still had all their teeth.

You must admit: it's not easy to live with people willing to send you to exile or death, it's not easy to become intimate with them, its not easy to love them.

Elisabeth, can't you imagine that you could love someone so terribly that just because of it you couldn't go to bed with him?