Quotes About Conflict

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. 'Daughter

Although the last enemy might be death, in long and sad police experience, the first enemy could usually be found, Cain and Abel fashion, within the family circle.

When your head tells you one thing and your heart another, listen to your heart. It tells no lies.

South Carolina slaveholders were the staunchest of Rebels, belligerent for independence and ready for blood.

Sometimes, in the dark of night, when no one else could hear him but me, he'd cry out, like he was fighting some silent little war in his head.

He had lived as a handful of taffy between his mother and his father all his life, had been pulled in so many directions, stretched here and there, that all he could do was plaster a mighty smile on his face.

I wonder why I still want to slap her. I must be a very mean and unforgiving person.

Odi et amo. quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? nescio, sed fieri sentio et excrucior.

I hate and I love Why do I, you ask ? I don't know, but it's happening and it hurts

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I am torn in two.

I hate and love. And why, perhaps you'll ask. I don't know: but I feel, and I'm tormented.

I hate and I love. Why do I do this, you may ask? I do not know, but I feel it, and I am tortured.

I hate and I love. And if you ask me how, I do not know: I only feel it, and I'm torn in two.

I hate & love. And if you should ask how I do both, I couldn't say; but I feel it , and it shivers me.

Holly's theory about the army, Sharon explained. And what is it? Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

Warring for peace is like screwing for virginity!!

I know the difference between right and wrong. I understand the rules. But today I feel that the rules have been blurred, because today they were literally on my front doorstep.

Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.

Ruby: How nice for you all. How is the wonderfully helpful Ursula? Rosie: Wonderfully helpful. Yesterday she told me I had problems discussing my feelings. Ruby: And? Rosie: And I told her that made me feel angry and that she could go fuck herself. Ruby: Well expressed. Rosie: Thank you. I don't see where there was a problem, I successfully explained how I felt and she clearly understood what I meant. No problems . . .

Forget the old man," she says sternly, so coldly, so devoid of all the love that I know her to have, that I don't recognize her, and for that I don't recognize the world. They are my roots, my foundations, and they sit before me now uprooted and saying things I never thought they'd say. "You will not allow a Flawed to ruin your life," she says, and her voice cracks.

Love can soften people, I believe that. But in me, now, love riles up an anger, a red-hot rage that crawls on my skin, seeps into my blood and brings out the worst in me. That's why everyone I love is better off loving me from afar.

She wanted to do such violent things to him, it scared her.

Menschen sind nicht grausam. [...] Aber sie haben einen starken Selbsterhaltungstrieb und mischen sich, solange sie nicht direkt betroffen sind lieber nicht ein, wenn es Probleme gibt.

Consider this. The essence of war is to kill your enemy and not get killed yourself.