Quotes About Conflict

Still better, and worse.

When the hurlyburly's done, When the battle's lost and won.

Strike as thou didst at Caesar; for I know / When though didst hate him worst, thou loved'st him better / Than ever thou loved'st Cassius.

Ah, kill me with your weapon, not with words.

I do believe, induced by potent circumstances That thou art mine enemy.

Now is a time to storm; why art thou still? TITUS ANDRONICUS: Ha, ha, ha! MARCUS ANDRONICUS: Why dost thou laugh? it fits not with this hour. TITUS ANDRONICUS: Why, I have not another tear to shed:

I'll sacrifice the lamb that I do love   To spite a raven's heart within a dove.

The near in blood, The nearer bloody.

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.

Nay, I beseech you, sir, be not out with me: yet, if you be out, sir, I can mend you.

Patience perforce with willful choler meeting/Makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting./I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall,/Now seeming sweet, convert to bitt'rest gall.

Humanity must perforce prey upon itself, like monsters of the deep.

Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel.

what? drawn and talk of peace? I hate the word as I hate Hell, all Montagues, and thee

Oh, Romeo, Romeo! ¿Por qué eres Romeo? Renuncia a tu padre, abjura tu nombre; o, si no quieres esto, jura solamente amarme y ceso de ser una Capuleto.

Such a mad marriage never was before.

Of France and England, did this king succeed; Whose state so many had the managing. That they lost France and made his England bleed.

Making a famine where abundance lies,   Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:

Though with their high wrongs I am struck to th' quick, Yet with my nobler reason 'gainst my fury Do I take part.

Didst thou but know the inly touch of love Thou wouldst as soon go kindle fire with snow As seek to quench the fire of love with words. (2.7.18-20)

As black as Vulcan in the smoke of war.

Our son shall win. QUEEN-He is fat and scant of breath. Here Hamlet, Wipe thy brow.

That, like an eagle in a dovecote, I Fluttered your Volscians in Corioles.

WILL YOU YIELD AND THIS AVOID, OR GUILTY IN DEFENSE BE THUS DESTROY'D?