Quotes About Conflict

Liberamos guerras. Luchamos por la paz. Combatimos el hambre. Nos encanta luchar. Luchamos y luchamos y luchamos, con armas, palabras o dinero. Y el planeta nunca es una pizca mejor de lo que era antes de nosotros.

Mir entgeht keineswegs, dass es hier um den zentralen Konflikt meines Lebens geht: Ich liebe meine Familie über alles, außer wenn ich mit ihr zusammen bin.

Wie friedlich ist eine Welt, wo jeder Anstoß erregt und niemand Anstoß nimmt.

Ich stehe vor dem uralten Dilemma, entweder die eigenen Eltern oder die eigene Gottheit verraten zu müssen.

Either a brave, stubborn southern belle is trying to keep the Union army from burning the apartment next door, or somebody's television is too loud.

Me, I'm six years old, again, and taking messages back and forth between my estranged parents. I hated this when I was six. I hate it now.

Già sono italiano, non posso essere anche cattolico! E' troppo!

Otra cosa es que, por mucho que creas que quieres a alguien, te echas atrás cuando el charco de su sangre se acerca demasiado.

We always do this, Mr. Whittier says. For the same reason our children's children's children's children will always have war and famine and disease. Because we love our pain. We love our drama. But we will never, ever admit it.

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 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

Like splicing single frames of pornography into family films.

Right now, up those stairs, the lady behind the door, she's neutral territory. A shrine where you pilgrimage a thousand miles on your knees to pay tribute. Same as Jerusalem or some church. Special to white supremacists and Bloods, Crips, Ninjas, a lady who transcends turf wars for power. Who transcends race and nationality and family. Every man might hate every other man, outside of here we might all kill each other, but we all love her.

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.

Dialogue is a little bit jazz, a little bit hand-to-hand combat.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace. Some want it to be a course of things: a default fact of existence. But I will not let that be so.

You grab the core essence of a true problem and swaddle it in the mad glittery ribbons of fantasy — and therein you find glorious new permutations of conflict. Reality expressed in mind-boggling ways. Reach for fantasy. Find the reality.

War is not a state of being. It is meant to be a temporary chaos between periods of peace.

Your best authorial self is always one about to ruin the story.

I could just call you Asshole or Shithead. Because you're kinda both, you ask me.

That's a lesson we could stand to learn. Imperials are just like us. Some of them, at least. It's easy to label those who serve the Galactic Empire as pure evil, all enemy, but truth is, a lot of those who do so were either sold a bill of lies, or forced to by threat of pain or death.

They raise their blasters as she lowers hers. "I'm sorry, Captain," she says. Then, to her backup: "Arrest him. Take him to detention level—No. Wait." She snaps her fingers. "Have him shackled and taken to my shuttle. Have a medical droid in attendance." With a stiff smile she says (as if for his approval): "We are not animals.

It is vital we demilitarize our government so that a galactic war cannot happen like this again.

What's come before will come back around again. Republic was the way of the world before, and it'll be the way again. And for a time everyone will cheer them on, and everything will be cozy-dosie, but there will come a time when things go sour and someone decides they got a better way of doing things.

The Empire is in chaos. As the old order crumbles, the fledgling New Republic seeks a swift end to the galactic conflict. Many Imperial leaders have fled from their posts, hoping to escape justice in the farthest corners of known space.