Quotes About Conflict

Even philosophers will praise war as ennobling mankind, forgetting the Greek who said: 'War is bad in that it begets more evil than it kills.

The character of the species, as it is indicated by the experience of all ages and all peoples, is this: that taken collectively (the human race as one whole), it is a multitude of persons, existing successively and side by side, who cannot do without associating peacefully and yet cannot avoid constantly offending one another.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: Incluso los filósofos elogiarán la guerra como ennobleciendo a la humanidad, olvidando al griego que dijo: La guerra es mala porque engendra más mal que el que mata (Immanuel Kant)

KövetkezÅ'leg a háborúba önmagában valami belsÅ' méltóságot helyeznek, annyira, hogy annak olykor még filozófusok is, mint az emberiség bizonyos megnemesülésének, dicsÅ'ítÅ' beszédet tartanak, megfeledkezve ama görögnek mondásáról: "A háború abban rossz, hogy több rossz embert csinál, mint amennyit elpusztít.

Beneath the instinct to fight there lurks a diviner instinct to love.

Non ho il genio della lite diceva. Indro Montanelli racconta Carlo Cattaneo

The instincts of a former age were still at work in Gabriel Corte: when someone hurt him, rather than defend himself, his first reaction was to complain.

dac? ar primi mâine ordin, m-ar aresta, m-ar ucide cu mâna lor È™i f?r? remuÈ™c?ri?... R?zboiul... Da, È™tim bine ce e r?zboiul. Dar ocupaÈ›ia e într-un fel mai cumplit?, pentru c? te obiÈ™nuieÈ™ti cu oamenii; îÈ›i zici c? la urma urmelor, sunt È™i ei ca toÈ›i ceilalÈ›i, dar nu-i deloc adev?rat. Suntem dou? specii diferite, care nu se pot împ?ca vreodat?, inamice pe via??.

Nearby he saw a man, his head covered in blood, stumble like a drunkard into a thicket; he sat there between the branches in a bizarre and uncomfortable position, his knees folded under him, his chin resting on his chest. He heard an officer shouting angrily, "No doctors, no nurses, no ambulances! What are we supposed to do?

?i rezonanÈ›a uman? a acestor vorbe, gestul, tot ce dovedea f?r? putin?? de t?gad? c? nu era un monstru însetat de sânge, ci un soldat ca ceilalÈ›i sparser? deodat? gheaÈ›a între sat È™i german, între ??ran È™i invadator.

The incessant noise of gunfire filled him with anxiety and excitement; he started trembling all over, shaking his head from side to side like a frightened horse. But he wasn't afraid. Not at all! He wasn't afraid! He welcomed, he embraced, the idea of death. It would be a beautiful death for this lost cause. It would be better than crouching in trenches as they did in '14. Now they fought in the open air, beneath the beautiful June sun or in the brilliant moonlight

Many verses in the Quran can be construed as including Christians and Jews in the Muslim community, because Muhammad saw himself at first as a missionary to all peoples but later narrowed his intended audience to pagan Arabs. Muhammad became disillusioned with the People of the Book and condemned them as "unbelievers." Conflict with the Jews led to the redefinition of Islam as a new confessional religion and led to new laws and rituals to provide Muslims with a separate identity.

Battle of Ajnadayn

Weary of fire, weary of bombardment, and weary of siege, scattered groups of Chinese actually rushed out to welcome the Japanese invaders as they thundered into the city with their tanks, artillery, and trucks. Some people hung Japanese flags from their windows while others even cheered the Japanese columns as they marched through the south and west gates of the city.

no race or culture has a monopoly on wartime cruelty.

Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.

I think I fell in love with you when you were shouting at Romeo and Juliet, 'Don't touch each other!')

Most friendships are a sort of frozen and undeveloping semi-hostility.

That's how vile i am! I live Ireland, I breathe Ireland, and Christ how I loathe it, I wish I were a bloody Scot, that's how bloody awful it is being Irish!

He also wanted to destroy something, everything, perhaps himself.

Sometimes I feel I am crammed with demons.

You don't respect me, said Dora, her voice trembling. Of course I don't respect you, said Paul. Have I any reason to? I'm in love with you, unfortunately, that's all. Well, it's unfortunate for me too, said Dora, starting to cry.

Sartre turns love into a 'battle between two hypnotists in a closed room'.

Oh God, that conversation last night or this morning or whenever that devil-ridden scrap of nightmare had been. How could two rational beings go on and on simply saying the same awful things to each other week after week, month after month?