Quotes About Conflict

what to do with her.  She'd rebelled because she'd wanted their attention.  Any of their attention.  All of their

There is a rustle of dead leaves. Dried sap, a branch crack, the whirring teeth of Mr. Omaru's saw. My father--my real father--is a limb that got axed off the family tree a long time ago now. My mother coughs and cleans phantom juices off her silver with a cloth doily. My sisters clench their knives.

Could we betray our parents by going back to them?

People were mincing words for me now, making me a word puree. As if I didn't have the teeth to bite into the apple.

the gravity of wound to fist

For the first time, I feel just as sorry for my ma as for my dad. Everybody wants to go home, and no one can agree on where that is anymore.

Cillian fixed his uncle with a homicidal stare. Under the table, he touched his girlfriend's foot with his foot; his eyebrows lifted in apology. His mother shot up with her steaming cauldron of beans, giving everyone another punitive lima ladle and removing the beer from the table.

I have worked with many people in this waking life who seem congenitally incapable of accepting any human donation of blood, marrow, sleep, criticism, praise, money, or love. Some days, I know, I'm one of them. You find that you're not a match with the donor. Or you sense that the gift will take some freedom from you. Your body rebels, maybe you don't even know why. But the donation is rejected.

Looks like they can't talk. Why not? War does that. You can't talk.

If you take a shot at someone, you keep firing until they can no longer return fire. Wound them, and you have an angry enemy who knows your position.

I don't know who the good guys are anymore. But I do know what the enemy is. It's the compromise of principles. You lose the war when you lose your principles. And the first principle is to look out for your comrades.

Your boys okay?" "Tired, edgy, but giving it all they've got. One of 'em has sworn to get Vau, another is having a love affair with a woman he shouldn't even look at, I'm collecting waifs and strays like an animal shelter, and we nearly killed a treasury agent. But if I told you the really bad stuff, you'd think I have problems.

Sergeant Skirata said that civvies didn't have a clue, and that it was alright for them to have lofty ideas about peace and freedom as long as they weren't the ones being shot at.

Diplomacy is about dealing with those you rather avoid.

There's something about mothers and daughters, I think, that makes us always want to hold close at the same time we try to push each other away.

Svårt att vara oviss, rädd och delad, svårt att känna djupet dra och kalla, ändå sitta kvar och bara darra - svårt att vilja stanna och vilja falla.

Considering what Pauline's been through . . ." Will began, then stopped himself. "She's not very nice." "She's a cold-blooded bitch." "I'm surprised I haven't fallen in love with her.

You dumb asshole," Ross said to Nate."You could be a freakin' amoeba and you'd still be a brother. And the only reason I'm not throwing a punch right now is because you had such a dipshit upbringing you don't get that.

How is the world ruled and led to war? Diplomats lie to journalists and believe the lies when they see them in print.

War: first, one hopes to win; then one expects the enemy to lose; then, one is satisfied that he too is suffering; in the end, one is surprised that everyone has lost.

How is the world ruled and how do wars start? Diplomats tell lies to journalists and then believe what they read.

Soldiers who don't know what they're fighting for know, nevertheless, what they're not fighting for.

War, at first, is the hope that one will be better off; next, the expectation that the other fellow will be worse off; then, the satisfaction that he isn't any better off; and, finally, the surprise at everyone's being worse off.

Den Weltmarkt erobern«: Weil Händler so sprachen, mußten Krieger so handeln. Seitdem wird erobert, wenngleich nicht der Weltmarkt.