Quotes About Conflict

Oh. My. God. he murmured as it all ended in a crescendo complete with beautiful sparks and all the bells and whistles of fantastic makeup sex. Five full minutes later he propped up on a an elbow and kissed the tip of her nose. Can we fight again tomorrow? She smiled up at him. I was thinking of starting an argument right now.

Two women chasing him, ready and waiting for his call and the one that had buts at the end of every sentence was the one who turned him inside him out with a simple kiss.

there was no room in a heart for both love and hate. She said that hate would soon eat up its half of the heart and want more and more until soon there would be no love left for anyone.

my precious mama used to tell me that there was no room in a heart for both love and hate.

I may never see my daughter again. My son says he has no intentions of ever coming back to the cursed south again. A part of me admires him for his conviction; the other part wants to shake him until his teeth rattle even though he's a grown man.

Wow, Callie! I bet Finn could pick you up. Callie could feel the heat coming up the back of her neck, but she couldn't stop it. Soldiers didn't blush. They were mean and tough and could take out snakes, spiders, and even enemy combatants. But a visual of her hanging over Finn's back with her butt so close to his lips that he could kiss it --- well, hell's belles, that would make the devil himself blush.

Lord help us all. They'll dub this one the shit war, Betsy said.

Hate consumes love, sister," Rick said. "The two can't live in the same heart.

whether we feel admiring of our parents, reconciled to them, or still estranged, still teetering near a cliff of anger, we recognize that we can never meet them in agreement about what we have encountered beyond their experience.

My casual talk with my adult children brings with it another fleeting sadness: They are the age I was when it became, because of profound political differences, difficult for me to chat easily with my parents: vituperation always lurked. They and I later reconciled but those years of loss now add a special poignancy.

You have to fight twice- once against your fear and once against your enemy.

There are times when I'd like to thrash the man till he begged for mercy!

Pretty," she commented to herself. "Oh, why can't all people be nice like this scenery and not make trouble?

Deirdre!" Kendra said. "She broke her promise!

You know your all fucks! why am i so dichable? now how am i supposed to kill you with out upseting that poor nice women!? God damnit alice i liked you why did you have to be such a bitch

Cormac drove. He eyed me in the rearview mirror. "Anyone you want me to beat up?

We all see this case— what they're doing to Cormac—as black and white. But we're looking at white as white and Espinoza's looking at white as black. Does that make any sense?" "When maybe if we all saw it as gray we'd be able to come to some sort of compromise.

In one of their quarrels, they had begun calling each other Mister. and Misses., and since then they had never made it up enough to change it.

The old bitterness came up in him and he did not have time to cogitate and push it down.

In his heart there coursed a wild tirade of curses, words of love, supplications, and abuse. But in the end he turned away, still silent.

The world that jibes your tenderness Jails your lust.

You see, it's like I'm two people. One of me is an educated man. I been in some of the biggest libraries in the country. I read. I read all the time. I read books that tell the pure honest truth. Over there in my suitcase I have books by Karl Marx and Thorstein Veblen and such writers as them. I read them over and over, and the more I study the madder I get.

fury is unleashed more freely against those you are most close to . . . so close that there is the trust that anger and ugliness will be forgiven.

The warring love and hatred--love for his people and hatred for the oppressors of his people--that left him exhausted and sick in spirit.