Quotes About Conflict

Integrity battles with the desire for connection and rarely wins.

The weight in my pocket nudges my thigh, suddenly becomes my knife. I put my hand to its unforgiving outline and can't stop crying years of tears because if I don't stab my father with my weapon, then he is going to stab me with his.

No," I shout, because my mother doesn't know what I like anymore. "I don't eat things that bleed. Just cheese with lettuce or tomato and mayo. No dead fish or animals, please." "You see what I have to put up with?" my mother says.

My mother plants her hands on her hips, peevish. "Is that the best welcome you can come up with? Why don't you come over here and give your father a hug?" Hug him? Touch him? How can she even suggest it?

between the two men, as if they

I turned away from her again. "I hate you," I whispered. "I hate you.

Violence: these days, it is all the rage

You're not eating the cheese," Frank says accusingly. And you're fucking my mom, I want to say back.

there is nothing more alienating than having one's pleasures disputed by someone with a theory.

Ty swung around. He was obviously fed up with Ben's negative attitude.

In any case, in general, I prefer to avoid conflict when I can. Not because I'm afraid or because I'm too weak to fight back. But because conflict eats up your time. It is exhaustive in terms of energy you have to expend to be involved in it. More if you mean to win, and I'd never do it if I didn't mean to win. I'd rather spend my time on other things and in general, most people aren't worth that much of my time and energy.

You're a pain in my ass." "I was a pain in the ass long before I met you, Roman. Don't take it personally.

Look, wolf boy, he's gone. He came by, borrowed money," she snorted, "took money—it's not like I'll ever see it again—and headed out. Told me that the Pack was looking for him, wanting to kill him. Even if I knew where he ran to, which I don't, I certainly wouldn't tell someone out to hurt him.

That mama-bear, elegant-and-modest-on-the-outside, hot-as-allfuck-on-the-inside thing was ringing his doorbell. And God help him, he knew it was beyond inappropriate to be making up fuck fantasies about this woman right then but he couldn't help it.

This is the hill you want to die on? Really? A we-can-be-just-friends speech?

This right here is one of those relationship things. Your shit got mixed up with her shit and it all blew up like a shit bomb.

My angel-boy is close now, as in five-feet-away close. There's no way I'm going to burst into song in front of him. But then the contrary part of me says, you're going to let a boy keep you from singing out loud? Sing, sister! Sing! So I do, and my angel-boy turns his head.

Any sentence that combined "I love you" and "but" could not be good.

Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.

She pulled into a parking space on the side of the road, put her hand to her chest, and sat for a bit. Then she said that the man already knew he was the one in the wrong, and being wrong had embarrassed him. Since he didn't like feeling that way, he unloaded his bad feelings onto her. "Huh?" we'd said. "Yes, that man acted ugly," she told us in plain English. "But throwing more ugliness back at him ain't the answer.

I'm sick of all the pressure. I'm sick of feeling like I'll ruin all their happiness if I don't do what they want me to do.

SnowAngel: oh, i want to KILL jana!!!! zoegirl: only the sucky thing is, you can't. i don't want you getting on jana's bad side too.

Tears burned in my eyes as I got to my feet. My face scrunched up and a sound came out of my throat, but even then I didn't leave. I stood there, waiting for her to stop me, and only when she looked away did I realize she already had.

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.