Quotes About Conflict

Vocês são todos uma e a mesma espécie, têm os mesmos objectivos, os mesmos sonhos, os mesmos medos... Comem a mesma comida, dormem o mesmo sono... Por isso vão contra a vossa natureza quando se dividem para tornar mais fácil matarem-se uns aos outros. Países, bairros, credos, nomes, partidos, clube. Vocês matam-se uns aos outros por um par de ténis.

Will you get off me! But I'm giving you CPR- I will die before kissing you, Hollywood. Z tried to sit up, his breathing heavy. Don't even think about it.

Where ignorance is our master, there is no possibility of real peace.'   If

Unnerved, Summerset moved quickly to the communication center. Roarke, the lieutenant has just come in from outside. She wore no outer gear. She looks very bad. Where is she? She's heading up. Roarke, I insulted her and...she apologized to me. Something must be done.

Get out of the lab occasionally, Stiles. Why? There are people out there. Nothing fucks things up faster than people.

My late unlamented father taught me one valuable lesson. 'Boy', he would say to me in the thick brogue of a champion drunk, 'the only way to fight is to fight dirty. The only place to hit is below the belt.

Tell him I took the cat

He was heading over the line when he strutted in here thinking he could rattle his federal balls at me.

Marriage is a freaking minefield.

She wondered why two people who loved each other to the point of stupid managed to aggravate each other as often as they seemed to.

Cops and food, she thought. Put them in the same room, invite chaos.

She stuffed in more waffles, and thought if every day started off with sex and waffles, people would maybe be less inclined to kill each other.

Practice this first. He laid his hands on her shoulders. Have a good trip. Enjoy your vacation. You didn't say I had to speak to him. She blew out a breath at Roarke's calm stare. All right, all right, it's worth it. Have a good trip. She stretched her lips into a smile. Enjoy your vacation. Asshole. I'll leave off the asshole, I just wanted to say it now. Understood.

Eve sucked air through her nose. The next person, the very next person, who says that is going to know my wrath. I'm on a first-name basis with your wrath, sir. I guess this isn't the best time to tell you that McNab and I are thinking of cohabitating. Oh my God. My eye. Desperate, Eve pressed her fist to the twitch. Not while I'm driving.

She could and had faced an armed laser in the hands of a mad mutant mercenary with less fear than she faced such unswerving emotion...

Stupid son of a bitch His droopy eyes went huge. What did you say to me? You heard me. You're too tight-assed. To stubborn, too stupid to put your feelings aside. I can't afford to lose a key member at this stage of the investigation. You know that, so don't come in here and tell me I've got cause to boot you. You're the one who's going to get a boot, right straight up your ass. You couldn't take me ten years ago, she shot back, you sure as hell can't take me now. Want to test that out, kid?

I can't be in your place as I don't have a fat, knocked-up ass to sit on. Yeah, you asked me for a major, and if you want to come through on it, you'll sit down, shut up, and let me work. Bitch.

There's no such thing as an amicable divorce.

Drugs, sex, Satan, and power, Eve mused. A religious war? Hadn't humans fought and died for beliefs since the dawn of time? Animals fought for territory; people fought for territory as well. And for gain, for passion, for beliefs. For the hell of it.

If we do, I want to be the bad cop." "You're a lousy bad cop, Feeney. Face it." He gave her a mournful look. "I outrank you, Dallas." "I'm primary, and I'm better at bad cop. Live with it." "I always have to be the good cop," he muttered as they stepped into a well-lighted hallway with more marble, more gilt.

Marital discord, she decided, was like some sort of low-grade fever that threw the whole system just slightly out of whack so you couldn't manage to function at full capacity.

You're courageous enough to do something that in some part of your heart you see as cowardly.

Organized religion baffled her, made her vaguely uncomfortable. Each had followers who were so sure they were right, that their way was the only way. And throughout history they'd fought wars and shed oceans of blood to prove it.

Jeez. Okay, okay, sorry I jumped on you. I'm a little tense. Would you tell me, since you're so brave and strong and smart, how you know this is the source?