Quotes About Conflict

Gibraltar hadn't thought that even his cosseted Jillian could pout, sulk, and be nasty for three solid weeks. She could.

There's no such thing as a dirty fight when you're fighting to win.

You're no joy to live with, I can tell you that!" "I smile sometimes. I even laughed about your Ã¢â'¬Â¦ hat.

Funny thing to me is how their conscious and subconscious seem to be so split, like they aren't talking to each other at all. Like competing feelings can't possibly coexist inside you.

A part of me wishes they'd all just stand up and battle to the death. Make it simple. Take control through bloodshed and war.

Wars need rules!" "Wars need to be won!

Fact: it's just wrong to be smiled at by someone who has your blood on his teeth. It offends to the bone.

I don't like your attitude." "My attitude?" he echoed dumbly. "So get thee from my bed and from my sight and speak no more to me this night.

I have to balance the scales and there's a lot weighing in against me.

I smashed my fist into his face. Lies roll off us. It's the truths we work hardest to silence. "Then you weren't looking hard enough! I'm the one with boobs!" "I know you're the one with boobs! They're in my fucking face every fucking time I turn around!

Death on her left. Devil on her right.

Even I know it's impossible in times of war to save everyone. For the love of Mary, it's impossible in times of peace.

For what is war renowned? He divides. He carves down the middle and makes enemies of even brothers and sisters, parents and offspring.

Any time. Any place. Think you that means a man should never go to war? War is a natural way of life.

Fuck normal. Give me a good war any day.

A part of him wanted to cram his reality down her throat, forcing her to accept him, with no excuses offered. A wiser part of him, the man he'd used to be, warned against such ruthlessness.

A panicked kill makes for a soured stew.

He leaned fully against me and I gasped. "Sometimes it's over a spoiled little girl, not a woman at all.

Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars." If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.

I had a sudden, unwanted appreciation of men. I had a problem I couldn't fix. But if I could create a manageable problem, like a fistfight, and kick the shit out of it, it sure would make me feel better for a while.

Don't make it war, he said, and I won't. I don't have to. He already did.

Must the Jedi Temple itself fall before it can be agreed that the Jedi are also paying a price for this war we did not start?

Pain is the dark knight that exists between wanting and not having.

Over my dedad body, was his first thought. His second? No, over Carl's.