Quotes About Conflict

Personally I am very pessimistic. But when, for instance, one of my staff has a baby you can't help but bless them for a good future. Because I can't tell that child, 'Oh, you shouldn't have come into this life.' And yet I know the world is heading in a bad direction. So with those conflicting thoughts in mind, I think about what kind of films I should be making.

Ellis, A. (2003) How To Keep People From Pushing Your Buttons. New York: Citadel Press.

Books can make a difference in dispelling prejudice and building community: not with role models and recipes, not with noble messages about the human family, but with enthralling stories that make us imagine the lives of others. A good story lets you know people as individuals in all their particularity and conflict; and once you see someone as a person—flawed, complex, striving—you've reached beyond stereotype.

Wrong. Enemies don't fight with such determined passion. That kind of focus is reserved for friends at odds with one another." pg 69 Tomas to Vlad

Let's go eat turkey before I beat the crap put of my cousin." The way he said it, Vlad wasn't sure if Henry wanted to eat instead of beating Joss to a pulp, or if he just didn't want to do it on an empty stomach.

If I went home, I was a loser. If I went inside, I was a criminal. So basically, I had no choice. The inside of the building smelled musty,

The constant struggle in mature life, I think, is to accept the necessity of tragedy and conflict, and not to try to escape to some falsely simple solution which does not include these more somber complexities...One doesn't get prizes for this increasing awareness, which sometimes comes with an intensity indistinguishable from pain.

If your sisters come to your wedding, my lady, it will only be to murder me." Azalea slowly stood. "Well at least they will be there.

Oh, sir!" Lord Teddie bounced on his feet. "Sir, I read about this sort of thing once, sir! The only way to solve it is to kill both of them. It was in the Bible!" The silence rung. Lord Teddie cowered at the King's look. "Ah, never mind," he said.

Lady, you forced me into this. You were willing to sell everything, both of our souls, for Jesse's house. Well, we saved it. Jesse will come back to claim it. But you forced me to be a husband. Now, Mrs. McCauley, I'm afraid that I'm going to have to force you to be a wife!

Mrs. McCauley, my dearest Reb, I do love you! This Yank has surrendered most willingly to the South.

poverty always breeds violence in one way or another.

Watch it, Callie. The war has taught me lots of nasty habits. When I'm attacked, I attack back.

Don't look at me like that!" he ordered her. He jerked her close against him. "It's you, Callie, always you! From the beginning. You wouldn't look at me because you had to have Michaelson! Well, lady, place that at your feet too. No battle killed him.

I thought you said you loved me." "I can't love a traitor." "I'm not a traitor." "You're on the wrong side." "There are no damned sides!" "Then swear!" she told him suddenly. "Swear that you would be on the right side—" "What would the right side be, Kiernan? Tell me that, please, will you?

Can't talk sense into Yankees, and can't knock it into them, either!" Daniel complained. "I'm going to knock some into you, little brother, when this is over," Jesse warned him.

Don't bat your lashes at me, Christa. I know you hate the very sight of me," he said flatly.

Christa, you're my wife. Why won't you give in to me?" "I don't know what you're talking about." He rose up on an elbow. "Yes, you do. You're flesh and blood, and you're very much a woman. And you're doing your damned best to deny me." "I didn't deny you anything," she said. "You did, and you know it.

he wondered again how they managed to tear each other apart so completely.

The wars didn't begin and end - it seemed that the times of peace did.

I hate you, Jesse!" she reminded him. To her surprise, he smiled a slow, anguished, crooked smile. "I know," he said, and added very softly, "and I still love you.

When she started to fill the entire glass, he jerked the bottle out of her hand. She swirled on him, staring at him hatefully. "How dare you! You're not my brother, my father, my husband—" "That's right, Christa, I'm no one but a filthy Yank. And you're going to turn into a southern lush if you're not careful!

He says that he saw you first. That by right, you are his captive. He says that Buffalo Run really has no right to you, that he has pampered you, that he has scorned the Comanche ways. He says that you should be his slave, and that he intends to take you.

All right, McCauley. Just what the hell are you doing in bed with my sister? I need an explanation, and a good one!" "There's a damned good one," he said lightly, addressing Jesse but his eyes narrowing on Daniel. "She's my wife.