Quotes About Conflict

I am the enemy you killed, my friend I knew you in this dark, for so you frowned Yesterday through me as you jabbed and killed I parried, but my hands were loath and cold Let us sleep now.

Then, when much blood had clogged their chariot-wheels, I would go up and wash them from sweet wells, Even with truths that lie too deep for taint.

Little I'd ever teach a son, but hitting, Shooting, war, hunting, all the arts of hurting.

Magdalen drew further and further back. A twig from a tree near caught her cloak; she turned petulantly, broke it off, and threw it on the ground. What right have you to question me? she broke out on a sudden. Whether I like Frank, or whether I don't, what interest is it of yours? As she said the words, she abruptly stepped forward to pass her sister and return to the house.

Whenever a woman tries to put you out of a temper, turn the tables, and put HER out of temper instead. They are generally prepared for every effort you can make in your own defence, but that.

How can you expect four women to dine together alone every day, and not quarrel?

Here is one more book that depicts the struggle of a human creature, under those opposing influences of Good and Evil, which we have all felt, which we have all known.

My uncle is right," she said. "I have caused trouble and anxiety enough to you, and to all about me. Let me cause no more, Marian—let Sir Percival decide." I

Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing things historians usually record; while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing songs, write poetry and even whittle statues. The story of civilization is the story of what happened on the banks. Historians are pessimists because they ignore the banks of the river.

A book is like a quarrel. One word leads to another, and may erupt in blood or print, irrevocably.

There have been only 268 of the past 3,421 years free of war.

Nature smiles at the union of freedom and equality in our utopias. For freedom and equality are sworn and everlasting enemies, and when one prevails the other dies.

Peace is war by other means.

History in the large is the conflict of minorities; the majority applauds the victor and supplies the human material of social experiment.

War does one good—it teaches people geography.

The principle of democracy is freedom, the principle of war is discipline; each requires the absence of the other.

For barbarism is always around civilization, amid it and beneath it, ready to engulf it by arms, or mass migration, or unchecked fertility. Barbarism is like the jungle; it never admits its defeat; it waits patiently for centuries to recover the territory it has lost.

It was a great moral improvement when men ceased to kill or eat their fellowmen, and merely made them slaves. A similar development on a larger scale may be seen today, when a nation victorious in war no longer exterminates the enemy, but enslaves it with indemnities.

We have always goodly stock in us of that which we condemn: as only similars can be profitably contrasted, so only similar people quarrel, and the bitterest wars are over the slightest variations of purpose or belief.

When I have slain an enemy," explained a Brazilian philosopher-chief, "it is surely better to eat him than to let him waste.. . . The worst is not to be eaten, but to die; if I am killed it is all the same whether my tribal enemy eats me or not. But I could not think of any game that would taste better than he would. . . . You whites are really too dainty.

When those who must do the fighting have the right to decide between war and peace, history will no longer be written in blood.

All those fascinating varieties of terrain—mountains and valleys, fiords and straits, gulfs and streams—that make Europe a panorama of diverse delight, have broken the population of a minor continent into a score of peoples cherishing their differences, and self-imprisoned in their heritage of hate.

When Germany defeated Napoleon it was a disastrous to culture as when Luther defeated the Church.

Where there is no strife there is decay: