Quotes About Conflict

Hi babe. Andrew's being difficult about next weekend. I'm so angry! He said he's not sure he can let me have the time off to go to Edinburgh. What an arsehole. I SO hope he dies!

I could see where I'd mistaken drama and conflict for life, which meant years of living reactively instead of generatively, a life I let be determined by circumstances and the choices of others. We like to think life happens to us, but pretty much everything in your life is there because you wanted it, even if unconsciously. Results, I have learned, don't lie.

Always, Christmas brought out the best and the worst in people.

There are tears there but she is too proud to blink and let one fall. If she blinked, he would take her hand and take her away from this place. This, at least, is what he tells himself. It's what she once wanted but two people hardly ever want the same thing at any given point in life. It is sometimes the hardest part of being human.

People can have nothing but good intentions and still sometimes make you want to kill them.

Kurogane, to Fai: You, shut up!! If you want to die that much, I'll kill you myself! But until that day, you're going to live!

All who make wishes are the same. When one wish comes into conflict with someone else's wish ... then one must make a choice. Either abandon one's own wish ... or crush the other's wish for the sake of your own.

That feeds anger, and I mean when we went and at last thank heavens got towards peace in Northern Ireland we went for justice within Northern Ireland as well as using security well, as well as a political settlement, but surely that is the lesson.

military historian Richard Holmes.

One day, when Mr. Lincoln was advocating binding up the wounds of the nation, forgiveness, and reconciliation, Thaddeus Stevens pounded the table and said, "Mr. Lincoln, I think enemies ought to be destroyed!" Mr. Lincoln quietly said, "Mr. Stevens, do I not destroy my enemy when I make him my friend?

We cannot enter the kingdom of peace with a six-shooter on our hip.

Love? I wanted to go with him, to be on the stronger side, for him to spare me, like one who seeks shelter in the arms of the enemy to stay far from his arrows. It was different than love, I was finding out: I wanted him as a thirsty person desires water, without feelings, without even wanting to be happy.

Pero cada vez la odiaba más porque no podía amarla

Yes, she was happy inside her neurosis. War neurosis.

One thing I do know: love, however violent, is pure. And that is how I have come to discover that I am not pure.

I must ask, without knowing whom I should ask, if it is really necessary to love the man who slays me; to ask who among you is slaying me. My life, stronger than myself, replies that it wants revenge at all costs. It warns me that I must struggle like someone drowning, even if I should perish in the end. If it be so, so be it.

A guerra é boa talvez no sentido de chamar a atenção para certos problemas.

Alas, it is an illusion to suppose that the invasion of one element disencumbers another.

Although she feeds me bread of bitterness,And sinks into my throat her tiger's tooth,Stealing my breath of life, I must confessI love this cultured hell that tests my youth!Her vigor flows like tides into my blood,Giving me strength erect against her hate.Her bigness sweeps my being like a flood.

The Europeans fight to exterminate us and call it civilizing us.

Diagnosticians act in many ways like politicians who may overtly take their differences very seriously but are always willing to shake hands in a smoke-filled room

Para seguir en el colegio donde todas esas mujeres con las que hoy va a almorzar mandan a sus hijos, él tenía que ser otro. Uno parecido a los hijos de ellas. Por eso hace tiempo que no las ve, porque sus comentarios, aunque se refieran al gimnasio, a la mucama o a la liquidación donde se compraron la mejor ropa de la temporada, no sólo la sacan de quicio sino que llegaron a producirle el mismo sentimiento que los olvidos de Andrés: ganas de matar a alguien.

A friend argues that Americans battle between the "historical self" and the "self self." By this she means you mostly interact as friends with mutual interest and, for the most part, compatible personalities; however, sometimes your historical selves, her white self and your black self, or your white self and her black self, arrive with the full force of your American positioning.

The courage to put an end to war, to see the abysmal stupidity of it, is certainly no less than that needed to start one.