Quotes About Conflict

In previous campaigns, only the bodies of officers were returned for burial. The rank and file casualties of Waterloo and the Crimea had been interred in mass graves. It was not until the American Civil and Franco-Prussian wars that the concept of military cemeteries for all participants developed.

Division may be rational or irrational. Dominance either seems or is justified. Difference is.

Hunter, I think I'd better leave you, yes? So you can make peace with your woman." With a grimace, Hunter nodded. "Her heart is laid upon the ground." "Is it me? I will make talk with her." "I don't think it would be safe," he said wryly.

Please," Tom whispered. "There's other gals you can steal. Don't take this one. Let her go home to her family." Breaking off, he licked his lips. "She ain't done you no harm." After a long while, Hunter returned his attention to the fire. "This Comanche does not sell his women. Not even for rifles. She goes with me." "Why this girl?" Hunter tossed a sliver of wood onto the flames. "Another will not do.

Loretta Jane, if you'd like to come back in, Henry said you could. All you gotta do is apologize." Loretta glanced toward the rise again. Hunter would come. "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, but no. I've made my choice. Besides, he'd only say more things about Hunter, and I'd be out here again before I knew it.

What does the paint say?" she asked. "That this Comanche rides for war.

Ai-ee ," he whispered. "You learn quick." Raising tear-filled eyes to his, she again spat in his face. This time he felt the spray and wiped his cheek, his lips quivering with something that looked suspiciously like suppressed laughter, friendly laughter this time. "Maybe not so quick. But I am a good teacher. You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you.

You will learn not to fight me, Yellow Hair. It is a promise I make for you.

He stretched out an arm and watched the myriad emotions that crossed her face as she contemplated the spot beside him. She had slept beside him before, many times, but tonight was different. There was nothing to stop him from taking what he wanted. She had even bargained away her right to fight him. What she didn't seem to realize was that there had never been anything to stop him.

Do you bleed from within?" Her face flamed, and she bit her lip. Hunter would have traded every horse he owned at that moment to have a woman there.

I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.

I have the strongest arm in my lodge circle. Her pouting will not sway me. If that's being bullheaded, then I sure enough am." Many Horses rolled his eyes. "You think my arm is not the strongest?" "I think you should fight your battles with men on the battlefield, my son, where you have a chance of winning.

I can handle her until she gets used to me." "She's a fighter." "And I am twice her size." Hunter almost wished he could go on this walk. It might prove interesting. Little did Swift Antelope know how useless strength could be when tussling with a frightened female.

I was just thinking. Once I get home, we'll be enemies again. My people would shoot you if you ever came around. And that--" She sniffed and swiped at her eyes. "That makes me sad. And sort of scared. What if there was an Indian attack? What if I--" She turned her head to study him. "I might look down the barrel of a rifle someday, and it might be you at the other end." "I will not lift my blade against you.

What if you were attacking a farm, and you saw me at one of the windows? What would you do?" "I would salute you. There will be no war between us.

Don't even think it, Loretta Jane." "That's Hunter out there, Uncle Henry." "You don't know that. You wanna part with you hair, girl?" He seized her arm. "Not only that, but you gotta think about us and how it looks." Several other men gathered around. Loretta glanced at their taut faces, feeling trapped. She heard the coyote again. Hunter. "I'm going. He's out there calling me, and I'm going.

But somewhere, sometime, someone must say, 'Today I will not seek revenge.' Someone has to say, 'We will stop' and mean it, or the bloodshed will go on and on, endless, until we destroy the entire human race.

Adversity is when a hero's two options are both bad.

Three out of five Civil War soldiers who died during the war were killed by disease unrelated to wounds.

I can be a tolerable friend but a very bad enemy.

He was her enemy, and she hated him because she could not hate him enough.

Shut up!" Finn turned, furious. "Look at you both! The only friends I have in this hell and all you can do is fight over me. Do either of you care about me? Not the seer, the fighter, the fool who takes all the risks, but me, Finn?

I could not help but wonder, that night and later, why my father would even mention my marrying someone who came from a country that my mother so obviously disliked. I recall wondering that distinctly, while somehow missing the obvious connection that this boy was a prince and that I, the niece of a king, was a princess.

anger has a bad reputation. It's a negotiation device that helps us stand up for ourselves, to say, in effect, "Get off my turf; you're stomping on my sense of self. Stop crossing into my backyard." Then it's up to the other person to deal with your anger—to decide whether it's a legitimate problem that requires a change in his or her behaviour.