Quotes About Conflict

Se volete vincere la guerra, voi non potete distruggere la patria dell'operaio. Non potete distruggere le macchine, le officine, le industrie. Il problema non è soltanto polacco, è europeo. Anche in tutti gli altri paesi d'Europa, da voi occupati, potete distruggere la patria dei nobili, la patria dei borghesi, ma non la patria degli operai.

Messo di fronte al generale von Heunert e ai salmoni della Lapponia, egli stava dalla parte dei salmoni. Ma, in fondo, come tutti i tedeschi, giudici o no, obbediva ai generali. Il guaio di tutti i salmoni d'Europa è questo: che anche i tedeschi stanno dalla parte dei salmoni, ma obbediscono ai generali.

I felt entangled now: this March, this South, this war, history. History could not possibly let the South get away with slavery; history would not possibly let us get away with what we were doing to the South. Somehow or other, we'd both have to pay.

Fear burned through him, like a flame. Fear coursed through him, like icy water. He threw his head back and raised his dagger, to strike -- and cried out wordlessly, as if the great cry could gather all his fear together and set its swelling course behind him, to add it to his strength.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.

Is it possible to love any human being without being torn limb from limb?

He would come back. She held the keys to his soul. But meanwhile, how he would torture her with his battle against her. She shrank from it.

And her soul died in her for fear: she knew she had never seen him, he had never seen her, they had met in the dark and had fought in the dark, not knowing whom they met nor whom they fought.

She was the flint and he the steel. But in continual striking together they only destroyed each other.

Incluso la guerra era absurda, aunque con la ventaja de que mataba a no poca gente.

Connie really sometimes felt she would die at this time. She felt she was being crushed to death by weird lies and by the amazing cruelty of idiocy.

Anger cuts through a wide range of things. Cuts like a knife

And woman is the same as horses: two wills act in opposition inside her. With one will she wants to subject herself utterly. With the other she wants to bolt, and pitch her rider to perdition.

He always ran away from the battle with himself. Even in his own heart's privacy, he excused himself, saying, If she hadn't said so-and-so, it would never have happened.

Recklessness is almost a man's revenge on his woman.

Till gradually he became desperate, lost his understanding, was plunged in a revolt that knew no bounds. Inarticulate, he moved with her at the Marsh in violent, gloomy, wordless passion, almost in hatred of her.

In the depths of him, he too didn't want to go. But he was a born American, and if anything was on show, he had to see it. That was Life .

Of course he had been loving Gerald all along, and all along denying it.

Yet he was tense, feeling that he and the elderly, estranged woman were conferring together like traitors, like enemies within the camp of the other people.

Yet there she stood under the self-accusation of wanting him, tied to that stake of torture.

When Clifford became really roused in his feelings about the common people, Connie was frightened. There was something devastatingly true in what he said. But it was a truth that killed.

Since that time the boy used to look at the man every time he came through, with the same curious criticism, glancing away before he met the smith's eye. It made Dawes furious. They hated each other in silence.

If he sinned, she tortured him. If he drank, and lied, was often a poltroon, sometimes a knave, she wielded the lash unmercifully.

Himself, he said, was Norman, Miriam was Gothic. She bowed in consent even to that.