Quotes About Conflict

I'm sure my parents must be proud. Or horrified. Or are bitterly arguing about whether they're proud or horrified, and have already hired lawyers to resolve the dispute. -Hayden Upchurch

Maybe it's the best answer of all. If more people could admit they really don't know, maybe there never would have been a Heartland War.

In the days before Rowan's apprenticeship, Tyger Salazar had been his best friend Ã¢â'¬â€œ but such designations meant little after one has spent a year learning how to kill.

You see, a conflict always begins with an issue—a difference of opinion, an argument. But by the time it turns into a war, the issue doesn't matter anymore, because now it's about one thing and one thing only: how much each side hates the other.

I almost told her everything right then. I wanted to tell her about the Wolves, and how I was supposed to hate them, but when you spend your days with evil, some of it is bound to soak into your clothes, like cigar smoke in a closed room.

Nature is the sum of all selfishness, forcing each and every species to viciously claw its way to survival by snuffing others in the suffocating mire of history.

It was easier to deal with Tennyson when he was fighting me; but having him on my side was frightening, because now I didn't know who the enemy was.

You want to be left alone, but you're afraid to be left alone, but you're afraid to not be left alone.

But Morrison put up his hands in instant surrender. Leave me out of this, he said. I'm not going up against Scythe Anastasia.

Between them, the baby still cries. It's like a game of steal the bacon, where no one wants to take the bacon.

She sighed, knowing she couldn't push it any further. Thank you for being so... merciful, Allie said. But I would appreciate it if Pea-brain here would keep his hands off me. That's Pinhead, corrected the boy. Pea-brain works in the engine room.

Maybe it's the best answer of all. If more people could admit they really don't know, maybe there never would have been a War.

and that dizzying gap between what she should feel and what she did feel was tearing her apart.

What is it that drives us to seek such lofty goals, yet tear out the foundations? Why must we always sabotage the pursuit of our own dreams?" "We are imperfect beings," Munira said. "How could we ever fit in a perfect world?

When he touches a wall the ooze grows thicker, drawn to his and as if he's become a gravity well for the darkness - and it occurs to me that the dark must be in love with the light. Yet one must always kill the other.

You can't imagine what it's like to be torn between darkness and light- to be a traitor no matter what move you make. If my grandmother and Marissa died tonight, it would be because I had stayed in the darkness too long, flirting with the idea of being Cedric's consigliere. If that happened, I could never live with myself- but if Cedric gave me the bite as he planned, I would be forced to live with it forever. That was the worst hell I could imagine.

There are some things I don't understand, and don't think I ever will. I don't understand how a person can give up so totally and completely that they dive right into the heart of a black hole...And I don't understand how pride can be more important than love.

Scythe Goddard decided it was a day for samurai swords, although Chomsky refused to part with his flamethrower.

Czy ludzie mogli zrobi? co? takiego? Czy mogliby?my walczy? ze sob? o te ratuj?ce ?ycie maszyny, zamieniaj?c je w sterty bezu?ytecznego metalu? Czy mogliby?my tak mocno pragn?? wody, ?e byliby?my gotowi zniszczy? urz?dzenia zdolne j? dla nas wytworzy? - tylko po to, ?eby otrzyma? pierwszy ?yk?

But what good did that do now? It was as if they existed in two different universes. Dwelling on such feelings couldn't lead them anywhere good. Yet still she entertained the thought. She even considered saying those words to him again . . . but she held her tongue, as a good scythe must do.

But they loved God more than they loved me, and I hate them for it. So I guess that means I'm going to Hell.

war, the issue doesn't matter anymore, because now it's about one thing and one thing only: how much each side hates the other." The

You seem to be very good at making enemies.

The whole place is a petri dish of angst, generated by kids whose parents gave up on them, which is the worst kind of angst there is. There are fights and ridiculous posturing on a daily basis.