Quotes About Conflict

I will hit a man with glasses.

The two World Wars came in part, like much modern literature and art, because men, whose nature is to tire of everything in turn... tired of common sense and civilization.

Men have always need of god! A god to defend them against other men.

Of course in war all madness's come out in a man. That is the fault of war not of a man or a nation.

The consequence is that every man comes to know himself solely in terms of his power for defence and attack.

Whoever has provoked men to rage against him has always gained a party in his favor, too.

It is the most sensual men who need to flee women and torment their bodies.

Every god-man created his own god: and there is no worse enmity on earth than that between gods.

But most of us are apt to settle within ourselves that the man who blocks our way is odious, and not to mind causing him a little of the disgust which his personality excites in ourselves.

Real men despise battle, but will never run from it.

If you do not understand a man you cannot crush him. And if you do understand him, very probably you will not.

There is no such test of a man's superiority of character as in the well-conducting of an unavoidable quarrel.

Never forget what a man has said to you when he was angry. If he has charged you with anything, you had better look it up.

We cannot change ideas in the minds of men and races with machine guns or battle ships.

If I got rid of my demons, I'd lose my angels.

I think that hate is a feeling that can only exist where there is no understanding.

While the new Legionnaire man eliminated his enemies in the name of God, with a cross in his hand, the new Communist man eliminated God altogether and stood on His pedestal. They were both equally thirsty for blood.

Lovers' quarrels are the renewal of love.

The anger of lovers renews their love.

She stared at him breathlessly, seething. It was like hurling herself against a wall of granite, she thought disjointedly; fighting against him hurt her. But if she yielded to the unreasoned impulse of her love at this moment and flung herself into his arms in contrite tears, she would never come so close again to the citadel in his soul that he let no one approach unscathed.

Since you're probably going to die, you might as well know- I love you nearly as much as I hate you." His eyes fluttured just once as he murmured, "Me too.

Stand and yield," she called out, her voice far steadier than her hands. "For I cannot allow you to pass." Bannor's crooked grin was somehow more intimidating than a snarl. 'Twould have been far easier to despise him if he'd been cursed with horns and a tail instead of twinkling blue eyes and a dimple in his jaw. "What would you have me yield, my lady? My sword or my heart?" -willow&bannor-

We often hurt the ones we love, dear." Adam exhaled. "It's what I do best, Mrs. Polanski.

This was love? It was like being held hostage by a terrorist. The feelings from hope to horror were crazy intense and changed on a dime. If