Quotes About Conflict

Love and pride don't belong together.

follow-up, but the ugly bitch beside him

Fine. Now get lost. Well, that was certainly rude. Regan blew her hair out of her eyes as Rafe carted her down the hall and into the kitchen. You're an only child, right? Yes, but --- Figured.

he'd been slapped a second time.

Love and hate. Everything else stems from that.

Festa di cazzo! Coglioni! Mostro! A minute ago I was a hero. Sympathetically, he blew on the sting. Better in a minute. Let's deal with the rest. Va via. Would you mind cursing at me in English? I said go away. Don't touch me. Come on, be a big, brave girl. I'll give you a lollipop after. He yanked the blanket aside, dealt quickly, ruthlessly with the other scrapes.

Não acredito que o Pitte ou a Rowena queiram fazer-nos mal. Além disso, sei tomar conta de mim. - Porque será que as mulheres dizem sempre isso depois de se meterem numa grande alhada? - Porque os homens vêm sempre atrás delas a tornar as coisas piores.

When shall we three meet again? In thunder, lightning, or in rain? When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won. —WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE

His life, he thought, would've been easier by far if she'd never come into it. Then he sensed her, turned, saw her standing outside his bedroom door, that short halo of hair still damp from her shower, her eyes deep and a bit sleepy yet before her coffee.

And all he'd really bruised was her pride.

Além disso, sei tomar conta de mim. - Porque será que as mulheres dizem sempre isso depois de se meterem numa grande alhada? - Porque os homens vêm sempre atrás delas a tornar as coisas piores.

Temper was a vicious dog that snapped at both their throats.

Get clear!" he shouted as the crack of gunfire, the whiz of arrows in flight ripped through the city's canyons. A girl of about sixteen, blood running down her face, leaped out. "Screw that." She grabbed for a charred piece of wood and, wielding it like a club, rushed into the fight.

What am I supposed to do? Beat her to death with my tripod?

Though name calling is an acceptable stage is a good fight. I could counter that by calling you an overprotective ass, but I'll refrain because I'm a lady.

I thought about hunting him down, beating the crap out of him." "I'll hold your coat, then you can hold mine.

Tässä kommunistien ja kapitalistien näkemykset käyvät yksiin: molemmat ajattelevat saman paradigman mukaisesti, että talous on jokaisen yhteiskunnan keskeisin alue. Itse en ole samaa mieltä. Hitaasti hiipivä identiteettikriisi, joka liittotasavaltaa on kohdannut, on vähintään yhtä vaarallinen.

As pessoas que estão preparadas para usar a violência e o homicídio como instrumentos normais de política nunca podem sentir-se livres do medo de que outros possam recorrer aos mesmos instrumentos contra eles.

Ruling groups of every type...whose power is dwindling seldom vacate the field without a fight even if the chances of maintaining their power and rule may be nil. The weaker they are...the crasser, the more reckless and unrealistic...are the measures likely to be with which they seek to preserve their position.

wars can be traced to a scuffle between a man and a boy, both of whom summon aid to their respective sides.

Discord among the ex-Soviet nationalities was fuelling an ugly brand of Russian nationalism. Voices in Moscow called for the re-conquest of Russia's 'near abroad'. For after Abkhazia, there waited several further targets for Russian intervention, including Tatarstan and Chechenia, and other non-Russian lands within the Russian Federation. Sooner or later, Russia would be forced to choose between its new-style democracy and its old-style imperialism.

There are shades of barbarism in twentieth-century Europe which would once have amazed the most barbarous of barbarians. At a time when the instruments of constructive change had outstripped anything previously known, Europeans acquiesced in a string of conflicts which destroyed more human beings than all past convulsions put together.

They [combatants in the Thirty Years' War] wanted peace and they fought for thirty years to be sure of it. They did not learn then, and have not learned since, that war only breeds war.

In this story of the outside world and the inside world with a fire between, the outside world of little screwups recedes now for a few hours to be taken over by the inside world of blowups, this time by a colossal blowup but shaped by little screwups that fitted together tighter and tighter until all became one and the same thing--the fateful blowup.