Quotes About Conflict

All football, hockey and soccer teams would now have to wear tutus." Brian continued. "Well, I like baseball, and we don't have to wear tutus because we don't beat up on each other." "Well put, son." I gave him the thumbs up, while picturing both dugouts racing out onto the field in pink and blue taffeta tutus as they lit into each other in a massive brawl over a bad call at first base.

We, at least I, need monsters. Without monsters, there are no heroes. Something has to be black and white. ~Lew Fonesca

he met this woman at the supermarket where he works.' She sighed. 'But he doesn't really love her! He's just punishing me … I mean, she's got no breasts.

In Goddess of the Market: Ayn Rand and the American Right, Jennifer Burns described how Rand toward the end of her life "had one last word of warning to issue. Referring to the upcoming Republican primaries she wrote, 'I urge you, as emphatically as I can, not to support the candidacy of Ronald Reagan.' Reagan was a conservative in 'the worst sense of the word,' she told her readers.

shoot you, or

We forgot what happened yesterday. We know all about Paris Hilton. We know about that. But what do we know about why we are there in Iraq?

He made me so angry. Here is this motherfucker, who is comfortable, he's not struggling — in truth, there's not a hell of a lot for him to struggle about, 'cause he's a fuckin' marshmallow in a bag of marshmallows. He's a nice guy. I mean, I like him. But he's a fuckin' marshmallow.

I was sleeping on the bodies of killed German soldiers. The Germans were very orderly people. When they found they didn't have time to bury these bodies, they laid them next to each other in a very neat and orderly way. I saw straight rows, like pieces of cordwood. Exact.

Much as I hate to say it, the Second World War did end the Great Depression. I think we solve our problems by killing our boys and others.

If they really want anarchy, let a Depression come now. My sixteen-year-old son is not the person I was when I was sixteen. He has manly responsibilities. And he doesn't want any shit. When I was sixteen, I wasn't afraid to die. But the kid, sixteen now, is not afraid to kill.

The war was fun for America. I'm not talking about the poor souls who lost sons and daughters. But for the rest of us, the war was a hell of a good time. Farmers in South Dakota that I administered relief to and gave 'em bully beef and four dollars a week to feed their families, when I came home were worth a quarter-million dollars, right? It's forgotten now.

When I get kind of low, I'd think about a verse I learned at one time, when everybody was fighting me. It went something like this: He has no enemies, you say, My friend, the boast is poor. He who hath mingled in the fray Of duty that the brave endure Must have foes. If he has none, Small is the work he has done. He has hit no traitor on the hip, Has cast no cup from perjured lip, Has never turned the wrong to right, He's been a coward in the fight.

Everyone's life is an unfolding story, and all stories have good guys and bad guys, and all stories have conflicts and resolutions, and all stories--if they are interesting--have drama.

stories are not just in books or movies. Everyone's life is an unfolding story, and all stories have good guys and bad guys, and all stories have conflicts and resolutions, and all stories--if they are interesting--have drama.

She's annihilating herself." "Alienating herself," Janet says. "I meant what I said," Mircia says.

I don't think it's possible to skip with a frown on your face.... I'd like to see the world's governing and terrorist leaders on a skipping tour through the Middle East and across the subcontinent and China to Korea.

An angry frontal attack puts even the most invulnerable person on the defensive.

And, December 24, he collapsed, and three days later he lost consciousness. His weeks of recovery were not helped by his mother nagging him to keep up his Greek. He was beginning to admit to his friends that he did not like his mother and his sister's voice grated on his nerves. He was always ill when he was with them. He avoided quarrels and conflict; he felt he knew how to handle them but it did not agree with him to have to do so.

Hurting people is my business.

Afghanistan is the Graveyard of Empires. Afghanistan is a swamp, the more you move, the more you bog down.

Asking for a ceasefire without reaching a political roadmap first, is not rational and convincing.

Your war drum ain't / louder than this breath.

cause after politics economics war & illness, we still break each other's hearts - search mercy, aim compassion.

You bastard! You have brought up the sorrow my family has tried so hard to put behind us!" Cyrus shouted angrily, ignoring the constables hastening toward him.