Quotes About Conflict

Olumsuzlama dünyan?n en basit ÅŸeyidir. Bu yüzden hedefte anlaÅŸamayan büyük kitleler burda buluÅŸur.

O êxtase é antinômico da paixão.

Çocuklar bir yanda özerk, sorumlu, özgür ve bilinçli varl?klar olmak zorundayken öte yandan boyun eÄŸmek, tepki göstermemek, itaat etmek ve kurallara uymak zorundad?rlar. Çocuk, bütün bu alanlarda mücadele etmek durumundad?r. ÖrneÄŸin, uymak zorunda kald??? çeliÅŸkili bir mecburiyete ikili bir stratejiyle kar?? koymaktad?r.

As soon as it becomes impossible for states to attack and destroy one another, they turn almost automatically against their own peoples, their own territories; a sort of civil war or internecine conflict begins between the State and its natural referent. Is it not in fact the fate of every sign, every signifying and representative agency, to abolish its natural referent?

One of the two adversaries is a rug salesman, the other an arms salesman: they have neither the same logic nor the same strategy, even though they are both crooks. There is not enough communication between them to enable them to make war upon each other.

Never, shrieked Paul, would he consent to meet the "filthy Jew": he was coming along tomorrow at the appointed hour to slap his face.

War and death can silence the strongest of men.

I'm starting to believe that happily ever after includes people doing things that upset each other. We all get cranky, or impatient, or worried, or careless enough to do or say things that hurt someone else. Like it or not, that's normal. We can't blame it all on Olympia's bad energy. The important part is that we feel sorry about what we've done and make up for it. That's something Olympia never did.

But it's tempting, isn't it, to give somebody like Olympia or Fenleigh a taste of their own medicine? To get even?' I agree it's tempting. *Really* tempting. But it doesn't solve anything. It just perpetuates the problem by making us as bad as them. And we don't need any more of them, do we?

Ce qui me dégoûte dans la guerre, c'est son imbécillité. J'aime la vie. Je n'aime même que la vie. C'est beaucoup, mais je comprends qu'on la sacrifie à une cause juste et belle.

Nothing on this earth is worth buying at the price of human blood.

They were soft-centered, emotional beings wrapped in a terrified carapace, that even though they might appear rational and collected on paper, so focused that you wanted to marvel at their promise and maturity, they were lurching, turbulent muddles of conflict in their three-dimensional lives...the creative ones were desperately afraid they were talentless, and the intellectuals deeply suspected they weren't brilliant, and that every single one of them felt ugly and stupid and utterly fake.

He had held out a handkerchief brimming with jewels, but she wouldn't take them.

I had as much desire to eat with him as I had to hang myself.

Mes crimes désormais ont comblé la mesure. Je respire à la fois l'inceste et l'imposture

PHEDRE J'ai voulu te paraître odieuse, inhumaine. Pour mieux te résister, j'ai recherché ta haine. De quoi m'ont profité mes inutiles soins ? Tu me haïssais plus, je ne t'aimais pas moins. Acte II, scène V

When he talked his eyes went away from mine and then he forced himself to look straight at me and he began to explain and I knew that he felt very strange with me and that he hated me, and it was funny sitting there and talking like that, knowing he hated me.

May you tear each other to bits, you damned hyenas, and the quicker the better. Let it be destroyed. Let it happen. Let it end, this cold insanity.

He was still looking steadily at her. His eyes were clear, cool and hard, but something in the depths of them flickered and shifted. She thought: 'He'd take any advantage he could -- fair or unfair. Caddish he is.' Then as she stared back at him she felt a great longing to put her head on his knees and shut her eyes. To stop thinking. Stop the little wheels in her head that worked incessantly. To give in and have a little peace. The unutterably sweet peace of giving in.

I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone

Marseilles isn't a city for tourists. There's nothing to see. Its beauty can't be photographed. It can only be shared. It's a place where you have to take sides, be passionately for or against. Only then can you see what there is to see. And you realize, too late, that you're in the middle of a tragedy. An ancient tragedy in which the hero is death. In Marseilles, even to lose you have to know how to fight.

Killing was easy. Dying was something else.

We were all moving to a pre-ordained end. You just had to open the papers and read the international news, or the crime reports. We didn't need nuclear weapons. We were killing each other with prehistoric savagery. We were just dinosaurs, and the worst thing of all was that we knew it.

France was at peace; one couldn't shoot the bearers of bad news.