Quotes About Conflict

Here's my win, born out of the bumps and bruises of sibling conflict: If you have two kids, assign one even, the other odd. Then whenever there's a question of who gets the "advantage," it's decided by what day it is. Who gets their pick of car seat? Odd kid, because today's the third. Who gets the last hug at drop-off? Even kid, because today's the sixteenth.

O amor é como a gerra; é fácil, mas muito difícil terminar.

Every time reason stands against the human, the human will stand against the reason

los pactos que no descansan en la espada no son más que palabras [...]" (Hobbes, Leviatán. Cap XVII).

tan pronto como la razón esté en contra de un hombre, un hombre estará en contra de la razón. [...]" (Hobbes).

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.

if fifty bands of men surrounded us/ and every sword sang for your blood,/ you could make off still with their cows and sheep.

You've injured me, Farshooter, most deadly of the gods; And I'd punish you, if I had the power.

Her heart raced with joy to sleep with War

Hektor, argue me no agreements. I cannot forgive you. As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, nor wolves and lambs have spirit that can be brought to agreement but forever these hold feelings of hate for each other, so there can be no love between you and me, nor shall there be oaths between us, but one or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard.

and Terror and Rout and relentless Strife stormed too, sister of manslaughtering Ares, Ares' comrade-in-arms— Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth. Now Strife hurled down the leveler Hate amidst both sides, wading into the onslaught, flooding men with pain.

Weapons themselves can tempt a man to fight.

The spearhead sliced right through to the flesh, And when Diomedes pulled it out, Ares yelled, so loud you would have thought Ten thousand warriors had shouted at once, And the sound reverberated in the guts of Greeks and Trojans, As if Diomedes had struck not a god in armor But a bronze gong nine miles high.

C?ntã, zeiÈ›ã, mânia ce-aprinse pe-Ahil Peleianul, Patima crudã ce-Aheilor mii de amaruri aduse; Suflete multe viteze trimise pe lumea cealaltã, Trupul fãcându-le hranã la câini È™i la feluri de pãsãri ?i împlinitã fu voia lui Zeus, de când Agamemnon, Craiul nãscut din Atreu, È™i dumnezeiescul Ahile S-au dezbinat dupã cearta ce fuse-ntre dânÈ™ii iscatã.

Trojans and Achaians, who like wolves sprang upon one another, with man against man in the onfall.

There can be no covenants between men and lions, wolves and lambs can never be of one mind, but hate each other out and out an through.

Im Frieden begraben die Söhne ihre Väter, im Krieg begraben Väter ihre Söhne.

I have endured what no one on earth has ever done before—I put to my lips the hands of the man who killed my son.

There are no binding oaths between men and lions— wolves and lambs can enjoy no meeting of the minds— they are all bent on hating each other to the death. So with you and me. No love between us. No truce till one or the other falls and gluts with blood

They are destroying each other; the Achaians fight in defense over the fallen body while the others, the Trojans, are rushing to drag the corpse off 175  to windy Ilion

As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, nor wolves and lambs have spirit that can be brought to agreement but forever these hold feelings of hate for each other, 265  so there can be no love between you and me, nor shall there be oaths between us, but one or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard.

So he spoke and strode on, a god, through the mortals' struggle.