Quotes About Conflict

Like, action to me is no fun if it's not built around character.

You don't often see fight scenes with people who have no idea how to fight.

It's very hard to turn your back once you're aware of what's going on, and you're aware of the injustices, and you're aware of the civilian casualties. It's much easier if you have no idea and you've never seen it.

The first and best way to say 'no' to anyone is, 'How am I supposed to do that?' Now the other side actually has no idea as to the number of things you've done with them at the same time. You conveyed to them you have a problem.

I have a background and an understanding of what's happened in the Middle East that a lot of people don't have, because there's been no interest.

I have no interest in bantering back and forth with someone who is the exact person that I am trying not to become, and stay away from, by degrading women, by going after my family, in a manner that is intended to harm.

There's no love lost between me and Mitt Romney.

I have no memory at all of my mother shouting at me or at my sister. But I do have horrible memories of my father and the way he behaved. He was so tough on our mother.

I like conflict - someone who challenges me, someone who I can look up to, someone who can keep me in check. Love has to be extraordinary; otherwise, there's no point in it. I just haven't met anyone who's made me feel that way.

When you have an intense game, you're going to have arguments. I have no problem with it. I think it's healthy.

I always need to clear up what I do. With everyone else, there is no problem, but with me, all hell is raised up.

Whether friends or family, you know, if we're fighting, then we're fighting. And I have no problem with it.

They were neither the first casualties of the war nor the last. The war went on.

Killing off the other party is one way of achieving universal intersubjective agreement.

At that age I once stabbed my best friend, Fred, with a pair of pinking shears in the base of the neck, enraged because he had been given the comprehensive sixty-four-crayon Crayola box—including the gold and silver crayons—and would not let me look closely at the box to see how Crayola had stabilized the built-in crayon sharpener under the tiers of crayons.

In every war," said Engelbrecht, "the armament maker who sells internationally is arming a potential enemy of his own country—and that, practically, if not legally, is treason.

when she removed my hand from her chest for the one hundred thousandth time. Attack and defense, invasion and repulsion... it was as if breasts were little pieces of property that had been unlawfully annexed by the opposite sex - they were rightfully ours and we wanted them back.

He'd told her it was just a scratch and got cross when she hadn't offered morphine.

I'd never really had arguments like this before, arguments I couldn't understand properly, arguments where both sides were right and wrong all at the same time.

These things are going to eat away at me... I rewrite the script in my head until it's 100-proof poison, and none of it helps at all.

I'm thinking: am I supposed to fight, and what do I fight with, and whom am I fighting?

Tucker, please put him down, said Annie. You're frightening Jackson. He's not, said Jackson. It's cool. I don't like that guy anyway. Punch him, Dad.

Kurkov loves his weltschmerz as much as the next guy--but he doesn't see why weltschmerz shouldn't come bundled up with a narrative that kicks a little bit of ass--the edge of the left cheek, say.

Lucy understood it now. The referendum was giving groups of people who didn't like each other, or at least failed to comprehend each other, an opportunity to fight.