Quotes About Conflict

And what does war even accomplish? How does one country win over another by simply killing its people? None of it makes any sense.

war has a way of absolving us of the mistakes we make while in its dreadful shadow, but it keeps this absolution a secret.

Wars begin and wars end. There will be peace again. We only need to hold on to who we are, deep within, so that we'll recognize ourselves on the other side when it's over.

War can come any way. If we let it. If we invite it. Not on land with horses and swords. But in our houses. In our bedrooms. In our hearts.

It's still not clear that the South lost the war," said Diane. "It's driving the national agenda, after all. You can see it with Trump; that's the same population who elected George Wallace.

If the name Ole Miss evokes football fields and magnolias for its alumni, it evokes tear gas and shotguns for others.

Talking to him was like engaging in a fistfight with someone gazing at himself in the mirror while punching you.

Talking to him was like engaging in a fistfight with someone gazing at himself in a mirror while punching you.

It had raged for seven hours and thirty-eight minutes.

Molly grabbed a vase off the mantel and flung it at the wall, knocking it into a painting of a mountain scene. The vase shattered and the picture frame swayed back and forth on the wall, taunting her with an image of what life was supposed to be like. . .

Our country feels as if it has gathered itself at a cliff and is studying the long scree of loose rock, deciding whether to slide down and descend completely again into open hatred.

Five seconds, and my body's humming. I go half-man, half-machine, and my thoughts go straight to touching her more, to how far I want to go, how far she might want to go, and damn, I start to hurt. No amount of music or hard work will fix this. My body's a beast. A beast that's been held back too long.

Love is so easily bruised by the necessity of making choices.

the twelfth-century Song of Roland, which turns the bloody incident into a major conspiracy between the Arabs of Zaragoza and a traitor within Charlemagne's own camp.

I think many people kill themselves simply to stop the debate about whether they will or they won't.

Afraid, now that I knew what I wanted. What I did not want. I did not want him to hurt me.

When are you seeing Pauline?" "Oh, she'll eat me alive. Are you kidding? She's worse than you.

Not a good word, sibling.

I never paid much attention to cops before, and if I did, I saw them as adversaries. Not unlike the way Detective Malloy sees women.

The bravado, the resentment in the writing excites them, but they cannot allow themselves to feel it.

Radical feminists didn't need FBI infiltration — the mechanism for sisterly cannibalization was already well under way.

He's getting older," Charles said darkly. "Shall I hit him with my walker or my oxygen tank?

He met her eyes in the mirror. "I thought you weren't talking to me ever again." "I'm not," she said. ... "I'm talking to myself while you eavesdrop.

What if I told you that you were a hundred percent wrong?' 'Wow,' she said. 'You are good. Talk about not being the bad guy in your own movie. 'You are a hundred percent wrong ,' she repeated, with a horrendous, over-the-top-Yankee-fied imitation of his barely-there drawl.