Quotes About Conflict

More than one side? You're Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Jackass!

We have pain and hate and love and joy and war in the world because we want them.

I'm an invisible monster. I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

We love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

People need a monster they can believe in. A true and horrible enemy. A demon to define themselves against. Otherwise, it's just us versus us.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. I used to be such a nice person.

We fight wars. We fight for peace. We fight hunger. We love to fight. We fight and fight and fight, with our guns or mouths or money. And the planet is never one lick better than it was before us.

We love drama. We love conflict. We need a devil or we'll create one. None of that is bad. It's just the way human beings operate.

After Tyler and Marla had sex about ten times, Tyler says, Marla said she wanted to get pregnant. Marla said she wanted to have Tyler's abortion.

To both my parents, the world is a battle for attention, a war to be heard.

I love and adore all of my family, except when I'm with them.

In the big factory of perfecting human souls, the Earth was a kind of tumbler. The same as the kind people use to polish rocks. All souls come here to rub the sharp edges off each other. All of us, we're meant to be worn smooth by conflict and pain of every kind. To be polished. There was nothing bad about this. This wasn't suffering, it was erosion.It was just another, a basic, an important step in the refining process.

I knew this would happen, Marla says. You're such a flake. You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.

Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit that.

People accepted the worst from each other, screaming and slapping. Divorce and abortion were never a plot option. If this was love or just inertia, Misty couldn't tell.

Consider that the earth is a processing plant, a factory. Picture a tumbler used to polish rocks: a rolling drum filled with water and sand. Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw mineral or natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our soul, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime.

The lye clinging in the exact shape of Tyler's kiss is a bonfire or a branding iron or an atomic pile meltdown on my hand at the end of a long, long road I picture miles away from me. Tyler tells me to come back and be with him. My hand is leaving, tiny and on the horizon at the end of the road.

After a few fights, you're afraid a lot less.

And I want Seth dead. Worse than dead, I want him fat and bloated with water and insecure and emotional.

Tyler's words coming out of my mouth. And I used to be such a nice guy.

Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Godless, 'we had no war.' Until God set us to fight each other, for the rest of human history.

If you've never been in a fight, you wonder. About getting hurt, about what you're capable of doing against another man.

Consider that your soul is dropped in as an ugly rock, some raw material or a natural resource, crude oil, mineral ore. And all conflict and pain is just the abrasive that rubs us, polishes our souls, refines us, teaches and finishes us over lifetime after lifetime.