Quotes About Conflict

They say we're here because of desire. In our desire to live better than others, we are cruel to each other.

It was a war scripted by Heller from a story by Orwell, and somebody would be bombing their own airfield before too long, no doubt.

I luv the ded, this old baster sez to me when I wiz tryin to get some innfurmashin out ov him. You fukin old pervirt I sez, gettin a bit fed up by this time enyway, an slit his throate; ah asks you whare the fukin Sleeping Byootie woz, no whit kind of humpin you lyke.

My greatest enemies are Women and the Sea.

Even galaxy-spanning anarchist utopias of stupefying full-spectrum civilisational power have turf wars within their unacknowledged militaries.

Naturally, also, both sides were convinced they had right on their side, not that either was remotely naive enough to think that had any possible bearing on the outcome whatsoever.

In his particular line of business, peace had reigned for nearly a year. And peace was killing him.

Bond slowly, wearily bent his head and looked at the ground between his spread hands. It was the girl, Tilly. She was watching the buildings below. She had a rifle Ã¢â'¬â€œ a rifle that must have been among the innocent golf clubs Ã¢â'¬â€œ ready to fire on them. Damn and blast the silly bitch!

He asked nothing better than to kill an Englishman. He had accounts to settle with the bastards.

particular line of business, peace had reigned for nearly a year. And peace was killing him.

When the other person not only makes you feel insecure but actually seems to want to destroy you, it's obviously the end. The Quantum of Solace stands at zero.

Most creatures kill for food. We don't all kill for greed, money, land, jealousy, oil, power, ego, or God. Only man has figured that out. In the last century alone we've slaughtered some 108 million people, and 150 million to 1 billion throughout human history. Yet, we still refer to what we've got going on here as "civilization." And

In that shrinking moment he discovered that he had never hated anyone until now. It was a feeling as pure as love, but dispassionate and icily rational.

She knew very well that people fell out, even stormily, and then made up. But she did not know how to start - she simply did not have the trick of it, the row that cleared the air, and could never quite believe that hard words could be unsaid or forgotten.

He's never quite got the trick of conversation, tending to hear in dissenting views, however mild, a kind of affront, an invitation to mortal combat.

He knew from long experience that a letter sent in fury merely put a weapon into the hands of your enemy

Selfishness is also written on our hearts. This is our mammalian conflict - what to give to others, and what to keep for yourself.

He knew from long experience that a letter sent in fury merely put a weapon into the hands of your enemy. Poison, in preserved form, to be used against you long into the future.

the softest, sweetest part of the Cold War, the only truly interesting part, the war of ideas.

Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves, Confucius said. Revenge unstitches a civilisation.

A blend of desolation and outrage. Or longing and fury. She wanted him back, she never wanted to see him again.

By what logic or motivation or helpless surrender did we all, hour by hour, transport ourselves within a generation from the thrill of optimism at Berlin's falling Wall to the storming of the American Capitol?

The very word 'history' conjured a dull success of thrones and murderous clerical wrangling.

We've built a world too complicated and dangerous for our quarrelsome natures to manage.