Quotes About Conflict

This is getting us nowhere, he muttered after a moment. You're absolutely right. So fuck off. Have a nice life, hope all your holier-than-thou keeps you warm during the day. ~ Paradise to Craeg

Stepping onto the bath mat, that was also done in that god-awful deep pinky red, he toweled himself off. Still erect. Glancing at his fighting clothes, he found himself loath to put them upon his skin. Rough. Scratchy. Dirty. Mayhap the feminine environment was contaminating him. Xcor ended up in the big bed, naked, upon his back. Still erect.

Normally, Lassiter was the kind of guy who was so upbeat most folks couldn't decide whether to shoot him to put everyone out of their misery … or just grab some popcorn and a Coke and watch the show. Because even if he pissed you off, it was always hella funny

Holy shit . . . They'd joined the war.

You stay away from Xcor." "You are not in a position to give orders, female." He laughed in a hard burst. "Jesus Christ, I can't believe this is all over someone like him. Who the hell is that piece of shit anyway—" "He's your fucking brother," she snapped. "That's who he is.

So you'll excuse me if I have to disagree with you. It is not okay-it will not ever be okay-and whereas I'm more than willing to live with the fact that I was a walking, talking lie for decades, the idea that it sacrificed what could have been between us...is absolutely, positively not okay to me.

Isaac Rothe, Matthias

This was trouble--of the bury-your-dead variety.

The bitch had to go down.

I don't give a crap what happened between you and Xcor—mother to mother, I care only about you and the babies. And my husband will see my point of view. Trust me." Layla

All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.

Humans are threatened by anything different, and their response is to fight. They're bullies, picking on the weak, cowering from the strong.

Good. We're done." Wrath shook his head ruefully. "And shit, you think you have problems? At least you don't have to go back home with that." As

I'm sorry," Butch muttered. "I behaved unprofessionally. It won't happen again." Helania lifted her head off Boone's pec. "Are you kidding me? I want to shoot him, too." "No one's shooting anybody," Vishous cut in. Then he rolled his eyes. "And you know people be losin' their shit if I'm the one saying something like that.

Are you saying my grandmahmen is a fucking liar—" Oh, great. The only thing worse than someone calling a Brother's mahmen out was if the offender went up a generation in the bloodline and tossed his granny on the bonfire of disgrace.

She was a mahmen. She was a lover. She was a proud female, a strong female, a female who knew right from wrong, family from stranger, good from evil. She had lived through two birthings and stood up to a Brother just now, and she would take on the King if she had to. She was fallible and could get confused and might well flounder from time to time. But she would survive. That was what the strong did.

tonight as well. Fucking John Matthew. Ever since she'd barged into his brain and saw what he'd been doing to himself whenever he thought about her…she'd been doing likewise. Fucking. John Matthew. Like she needed this shit?

Welcome to the wonderful world of jealousy, he thought. For the price of admission, you get a splitting headache, a nearly irresistible urge to commit murder, and an inferiority complex. Yippee.

Easy, son," Wrath said. "Jesus Christ—" "Actually it's Lassiter," the man said, "in case you forgot.

Para reforzar el punto, Xcor se sentó al pie de la puerta. Poniendo la espalda contra los paneles. Confiaba en sus soldados con su vida en el campo de batalla, pero había una hermosa y fuerte hembra allá abajo y ellos eran unos cachondos hijos de puta en celo, la gran mayoría. Habrían pasado por encima de él para tenerla.

True love, when it clicks, is the great eraser. All the conflict and work to get a relationship up off the ground just disappears when people hit smooth sailing.

Okay, brace yourself." Phury scrubbed his face with his palms. "Why?" "Because…I think I'm going to try to hug you.

The fact that the guy who was arguably his best friend had to watch the whole thing was just part of the cluster-fuck carousel, an added ball crusher.

As V arrived back at the mansion with the King, he'd really just plain fucking had it with everyone. And that included himself. But