Quotes About Conflict

war fucks everybody without discretion …

Konkurrenz ist eine Sublimierung von Krieg.

Diese Haltung zur Opferung von Menschenleben ist seltsam. Militärbefehlshaber überlegen nicht zweimal, wenn sie Soldaten in die Schlacht schicken und dabei genau wissen, dass viele von ihnen sterben werden. [...] Andererseits verbietet es der Offiziersethos, einzelne Soldaten auszuwählen und ihnen zu befehlen, ihr Leben zu opfern [...]. Und doch - und das ist noch paradoxer - werden Soldaten, die eine solche Tat aus eigener Initiative vollbringen, als Helden betrachtet.

Für wahre Marktgläubige macht es keinen Sinn, wenn du sagst, dass es dir kein Vergnügen macht, dich in einen Wettbewerb mit deinen Mitmenschen zu begeben, und dass du dich lieber zurückziehen möchtest. Du kannst dich ja zurückziehen, wenn du möchtest, sagen sie, aber deine Konkurrenten werden es ganz gewiss nicht tun. Sobald du deine Waffen niederlegst, wirst du abgeschlachtet. Wir sind unausweichlich gefangen in einem Krieg aller gegen alle.

Two names on the page, his and hers, side by side. Two in a bed, lovers no longer but foes.

Tú crees que Simón te quiere todo el tiempo? Claro que no. Te quiere y te odia, todo está mezclado en su interior, aunque él no te lo dirá. No, él lo mantiene en secreto y finge que dentro de él todo es plácido, unas aguas remansadas y sin olas. Igual que su forma de hablar; nuestro famoso hombre racional. Pero créeme, el viejo Simón tiene tanto lío dentro como tú y como yo.

War is about: compelling a choice on someone who would not otherwise make it.

that I had in effect given myself up as a prisoner to this war.

le viene una imagen de los partidos de fútbol del parque: el niño, cabizbajo y con los puños apretados, corriendo y corriendo como una fuerza irresistible. ¿Por qué, por qué, por qué, si está tan lleno de vida —de esta vida, la vida presente— le interesa tanto la otra?

Matar a la persona que amas: es algo que el viejo Simón no entenderá nunca. Pero tú lo entiendes, ¿verdad? Tú entiendes a Dmitri. Lo entendiste desde el primer momento.

I tell myself I talk to Friday to educate him out of darkness and silence. But is that the truth? There are times when benevolence deserts me and I use words only as the shortest way to subject him to my will. At such times I understand why Cruso preferred not to disturb his muteness. I understand, that is to say, why a man will choose to be a slaveowner. Do you think less of me for this confession?

The half-human was the hottest thing he'd ever gotten anywhere near. And he'd cozied up to a lightning strike once or twice before.

I have loved you for years. I have been in love with you for years and years and years ... throughout school and training ... before transitions and afterward ... when you approached me and yes, even now that you're with Saxton and you hate me. And that ... shit ... in my fucking head locked me down, locked everything down ... and it cost me you.

W:At least I'm not pussy-whipped! T:Nice. Fucking. Suit. --Wrath to Tohr

It had been so good to see his enemy again. Positively heartwarming. Hallmark really needed to start up a line of revenge cards, the kind that let you reach out to those you were going to come after with a vengeance. - Lash

I am very comfortable with conflict, be it of the legal or mortal kind. My father was a mediator, a bridge maker. I am a grave maker.

And then Tohr said softly, I'm lucky to have found love, I thank the Scribe Virgin every day that Wellsie is in my life. Wrath's Temper surged, set off by something he couldn't put his finger on. You're pathetic . Tohr hissed. And you've been dead for hundreds of years. You're just too mean to find a grave and lie down. Wrath threw the leather jacket on the floor. At least I'm not pussy whipped. Nice. F*cking. Suit.

The front door swung open, and Zsadist strode into the house. Wrath glared. Nice of you to show up, Z. Busy tonight with the females? How about you get off my dick?

Being with Mary was different because...he wasn't the only one who wanted to make love to her. The beast wanted her, too. The beast wanted out so it could take her.

Before the man could answer V cursed If I have to hear all that Keanu Reeves, Matrix, I am Neo' kind of shit my head's going to explode. Don't you mean Neon? Butch shot back Cause he reminds me of the Citgo sign. Wraths head turned Shut the fuck up. All of you.

Phury stepped up in front of her, blocking the view as leaned down and put his mouth right to Throe's ear. As he squeezed Throe's biceps until it screamed in pain, the Brother growled softly, You get hard and I'll castrate you as soon as she leaves. Well .. If that wasn't crystal clear.

As the two of them came up against each other, Qhuinn's mouth dropped open. But not because he was shocked an not because he wanted in on the action. He simply couldn't breathe. It was as if his ribs had frozen along with his heart. No...no, goddamn it, no... Tell me something, Saxton whispered. Have you ever kissed a male before? Yes, he has, Qhuinn wanted to scream - Blay shook his head. He actually shook his head.

I think you and he need to talk. And once you do, I won't have to worry about being jumped like a felon again." Blay frowned. "He and I have nothing to say to each other—" "With all due respect, the ligature marks around my neck would suggest otherwise.

Do not kill him. That shit would totally bum Jane out.