Quotes About Conflict

Peace has its victories no less than war, but it doesn't have as many monuments to unveil.

Nobody ever forgets where he buried the hatchet.

Jerusalem is a time bomb that I fear is just waiting to go off.

When you get billions in aid and your weapons resupplied and your ammunition stock resupplied, you don't learn the lesson that war is bad and nobody wins.

I don't think the Middle East could afford another war.

Blowing up buses will not induce the Israelis to move forward, and neither will the killing of Palestinians or the demolition of their homes and their future. All this needs to stop. And we pledge that Jordan will do its utmost to help achieve it.

If you look at military and intelligence positions from the 1950s, the Israeli-Palestinian conflict has always been against American national interests.

Mr. President, prime ministers, let us have ambitions: ambitions to move beyond the violence and occupation, to the day when two states, Palestine and Israel, can live together side by side in peace and security.

It would behoove the world to become used to this fact: that without a just solution to the Palestine tragedy, there can be no stable peace in the Middle East.

I want to say a simple thing, that the dividing line exists not between Jordan and Israel, but between the proponents of peace and the opponents of peace.

Nothing is more useless in developing a nation's economy than a gun, and nothing blocks the road to social development more than the financial burden of war. War is the arch enemy of national progress and the modern scourge of civilized men.

It's all very well going around thinking you're a cowboy, until you run into somebody who thinks he's an Indian.

You better not tup our sister! Or you'll be having us to deal with, Braden MacAllister! (Duncan) Could I please just deal with one threat of death at a time? (Braden)

Are you sure the two of you aren't married? (Bavel) Why do you ask? (Ewan) You can barely stand to speak to each other, and yet when the lady walks off you look as if you can already taste her. Smacks of marriage to me. (Bavel)

Damn you for killing my son. I wish you had died in the womb. Better I should have killed myself than ever given birth to a monster such as you. (Sin's Mother) Thank you, Mother. As always, I will cherish your well wishes. (Sin)

Do I need to go for a stroll? (Sin) Nay. I'm merely trying to kill your brother. (Maggie)

Your brother is a beslubbering, churlish, hell-governed princox, and I hope one day he gets the beating he deserves for it. (Maggie)

Kill him? (Jake) Confront him. (Morgan) Since when do you take the sissy way out? (Jake) Excuse me? (Morgan) Face it, Drake, that good English breeding of yours is showing itself. Talking ain't a man's way of doing things. You know that. You got a problem, you cut its heart out and then it's not a problem anymore. (Jake)

You have no idea of the things I've seen. I was a pirate–once. I'm not denying that, nor do I make excuses for it. I was young, angry, and desperate. Three things that make a most lethal combination. I wanted blood from the Brits and I wanted blood from my enemy. (Morgan)

I could no more love a man of the sword than either of our mothers. So, tell me, Stryder. How do we get out of this? (Rowena) I don't know. Murder? (Stryder)

Because there is a time for all things. My people, like you, believe in peace. But sometimes, the only way to have peace is to fight for it. (Zenobia)

It's not easy to kill someone, Rowena. To stare at them, face to face, that moment when you both realize you've dealt them a mortal blow. There is something that passes between you. My father once told me it's a part of their soul that creeps into you. A part that will haunt you all of your life. (Stryder)

Did you call me a pig? (Stryder) I called you a pigheaded boar. (Zenobia) Isn't that redundant? (Stryder)

I love you like a brother, Stryder, but I swear there are times when I could strangle the very life out of you. (Zenobia) 'Tis a good thing you care for me then. Given my treatment, I shudder at what you would do to me should you decide to hate me. (Stryder)