Quotes About Conflict

She is angry. And angry people make mistakes in war and die.

Leni got to her feet, stared at him. I didn't mean to do that. The same words she'd heard spoken by her dad.

A generation of men were going off to war. Again. Don't think about it, Vianne told herself. Don't remember what it was like last time when the men limped home, faces burned, missing arms and legs...

Reviewers claimed that she could see a way through any emotional conflict; more often than not, they mentioned the purity of her heart. But they were wrong. It was the impurity in her heart that made her successful. She was an ordinary woman who'd made extraordinary mistakes. She understood every nuance of need and loss.

But love has to be stronger than hate, or there will be no future for us.

I can drop a dove in midflight. And I don't even want to hurt them. You, I kinda want to shoot.

They were always doing that to each other, misinterpreting, imagining the worst. No wonder every conversation bruised one or the other.

Mama wanted to induct Leni into some terrible, silent club to which Leni didn't want to belong. She didn't want to pretend what had happened was normal, but what was she—a kid—supposed to do about it?

Dad held Mama as if she were made of glass. So careful, so concerned for her well-being. It filled Leni with an impotent rage. And then she'd get a glimpse of him with tears in his eyes and the rage would turn soft and slide into something like forgiveness. She didn't know how to corral or change either of these emotions; her love for him was all tangled up in hate. Right now she felt both emotions crowding in on her, each jostling for the lead.

She was mad at the world, and somehow that meant she was mad at her mom most of all.

Men are stupid. You might as well learn that now. Look at bull moose. They ram into each other at full speed. Same with Dall sheep. This will be a lot of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

In love we see who we want to be; in war we see who we are.

daughter had had a way of saying things that rubbed Nora the wrong way. More often than not, they both ended up saying something they regretted.

Si algo he aprendido en mi larga vida es esto: en el amor descubrimos quiénes queremos ser; en la guerra descubrimos quiénes somos.

Vianne hated what she saw in her daughter's eyes right now. There was nothing young in her gaze—no innocence, no naïveté, no hope. Not even grief. Just anger.

They were at it again. Arguing. Shouting.

Isabelle couldn't look away. She was angry at him—she knew that, felt it—but as he came toward her, that anger dried up and blew away like dust beneath the longing that mattered so much more. Their gazes met, held; and then he was past her, reaching for the doorknob, going outside. The door clicked shut behind him.

The lights are going out all over Europe; We shall not see them lit again in our lifetime. —SIR EDWARD GREY, ON WORLD WAR

Best friends fight. They lose sight of what matters.

Not that this seemed like a good thing at the time, mind you. I mean, I knew I was supposed to see my future on a body that held a uterus. I didn't want to be gay. I knew how hard it would be Ã¢â'¬Â¦ that it would mean giving up the American Dream—kids, a house in the suburbs, my own family. It tore me up inside." Dean had never thought about that, about what it really meant to be gay. To have to choose between who you were and who the world thought you should be.

the Lincoln Memorial rose up through the gloom and snow, pearlescent, lit by beams of golden light. A house, divided against itself, cannot stand.

Myl?dami sužinome, kokie norime b?ti, kariaudami suvokiame, kokie esame.

en el amor descubrimos quiénes queremos ser; en la guerra descubrimos quiénes somos.

You see now," Jack said. "A fight like this isn't romantic. I was in San Francisco when the National Guard went after strikers with bayonets." "People died that day," Natalia said. "Strikers. They called it Bloody Thursday.