Quotes About Conflict

FIGHTER (deprecated synonyms: CONAN, WARRIOR) One who specializes in missions where, to put it politely, martial attributes are of the essence. Since every DTAP has a unique environment surrounding weapons, fighting styles, and martial culture, competence in fighting is only a part of the skill set required to be a successful Fighter. It is equally important to know how and when to fight.

hydrological warfare.

Even high-tech weapons systems cannot defeat organized small-arms fire on a massive scale.

if Newton is the finger, Leibniz is the stone, and they press against each other with equal and opposite force, a little bit harder every day. RAVENSCAR:

Odessa Jones probably had ancestors who, like him, were rootless white trash, but who had picked up rifles and gone North to fight the Yankees anyway, not because they believed in slavery but because they were incensed that the Northerners refused to stay at home and mind their own business.

But you couldn't argue with an axe in the attic.

If there is a person, place, or thing with which you do not agree, you attack it. If there is a religion that goes against yours, you make it wrong. If there is a thought that contradicts yours, you ridicule it. If there is an idea other than yours, you reject it. In this you err, for you create only half a universe. And you cannot even understand your half when you have rejected out of hand the other.

This one simple change—seeking and finding peace within—could, were it undertaken by everyone, end all wars, eliminate conflict, prevent injustice, and bring the world to everlasting peace. There is no other formula necessary, or possible. World peace is a personal thing! What is needed is not a change of circumstance, but a change of consciousness.

If religions have produced conflict between people, it is not because their teachings are "wrong" but because they may be incomplete.

You are told you are not to use for personal gratification something which is intensely personally gratifying! This obvious contradiction is apparent to you, but you don't know where to go with the conclusion! So you decide that if you feel guilty about how good you feel during and after sex, that will at least make it all right.

I want to live but I want to die. What do I do?

Do you even know who the enemy is? I think... it's me.

I was never big on rage.' 'Why?' It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

It's so much more angry in my head than it could ever be outside.

Do you even know who the enemy is? I think…it's me.

Let there be no doubt that as they are currently practiced, there is no common ground between science and religion.

The evidence all points to the fact that we occupy not a well-mannered clockwork universe, but a destructive, violent, and hostile zoo.

Space exploration may pull in the talent, but war pays the bills.

Around the world, varying belief systems lead to political differences that are not always resolved peacefully. The power and beauty of physical laws is that they apply everywhere, whether or not you choose to believe in them. In other words, after the laws of physics, everything else is opinion.

When I pore over the data that establish the mysterious prescence of dark matter and dark energy throughout the universe, sometimes I forget that every day- every twenty a fourth out rotation on Earth- people get killed in the name of someone else's conception of God, and that some people who do not kill in the name of God, kill in the name of needs or wants of political dogma.

But whenever the War Department supplies the funding, part the curtains and you'll see the needs of conflict masquerading as the needs of science.

every day—every twenty-four-hour rotation of Earth—people kill and get killed in the name of someone else's conception of God, and that some people who do not kill in the name of God, kill in the name of needs or wants of political dogma.

FELIX. I can't stand it, Oscar. I hate me. Oh, boy, do I hate me. OSCAR. You don't hate you. You love you. You think no one has problems like you. FELIX. Don't give me that analyst jazz. I happen to know I hate my guts. OSCAR. Come on, Felix; I've never seen anyone so in love. FELIX. (Hurt) I thought you were my friend. OSCAR. That's why I can talk to you like this. Because I love you almost as much as you do.

OSCAR. ( With a pointing finger. ) I'm warning you. You want to live here, I don't want to see you, I don't want to hear you and I don't want to smell your cooking. Now get this spaghetti off my poker table. FELIX. Ha! Haha! OSCAR. What the hell's so funny? FELIX. It's not spaghetti. It's linguini! (OSCAR picks up the plate of linguini, crosses to the doorway, and hurls it into the kitchen. ) OSCAR. Now it's garbage!