Quotes About Conflict

Peace, if it ever exists, will not be based on the fear of war, but on the love of peace. It will not be the abstaining from an act, but the coming of a state of mind.

Boys fight the wars. We'd have the brotherhood of man tomorrow if the politicians had to get out and fight.

The bomb that fell on Hiroshima fell on America too. It fell on no city, no munition plants, no docks. It erased no church, vaporized no public buildings, reduced no man to his atomic elements. But it fell, it fell.

Often it is the most deserving people who cannot help loving those who destroy them.

Demoralize the enemy from within by surprise, terror, sabotage, assassination. This is the war of the future.

Fighting is essentially a masculine idea; a woman's weapon is her tongue.

Biographers are not usually as explicit as philosophers such as Plato, Wittgenstein, Austin, or Moore on questions of the existence of an essential self, the extent to which a life can be lived according to a philosophical system, or the relation between acts and emotions. That is not their job – unless they are writing the Life of a philosopher. But biography is bound to reflect changing and conflicting concepts about

Has not peace honours and glories of her own unattended by the dangers of war?

I have no country. I don't want one. The root of all evil, the cause of every war—god and country.

All we have left to choose is different forms of terror. Terror and imperialism. That's all. Fascist imperialism. Soviet imperialism. Capitalist imperialism. Those are our only choices now, it seems. The time has come for radical action.

The faceless silhouettes seemed to look at each other, as if wishing they could resolve the situation between themselves, without having to trouble their owners.

Civil strife is as much a greater evil than a concerted war effort as war itself is worse than peace.

He asked, 'Croesus, who told you to attack my land and meet me as an enemy instead of a friend?' The King replied, 'It was caused by your good fate and my bad fate. It was the fault of the Greek gods, who with their arrogance, encouraged me to march onto your lands. Nobody is mad enough to choose war whilst there is peace. During times of peace, the sons bury their fathers, but in war it is the fathers who send their sons to the grave.

After all, no one is stupid enough to prefer war to peace; in peace sons bury their fathers and in war fathers bury their sons.

No one is so senseless as to choose of his own will war rather than peace, since in peace the sons bury their fathers, but in war the fathers bury their sons.

What the History is really about lies behind this: man, giant-sized, seen against the background of the entire world, universalized in his conflict with destiny, the gods, and the cosmic order. The medium that is most fertile in showing the true nature of reality is the human mind, remembering, reflective, and fertile most of all when its memory and reflection are put at the service of its dreaming and fantastic side.

When somebody's too smooth like he is, then somebody else is going to get the rough of it I always say.

Misguided missile." A happy simile; he must remember it. Perhaps a word to the War Office: the next time a cold war hotted up it might be an idea to launch her into the trouble spot, which should give the troublemakers enough troubles of their own to prevent them from troubling other people.

Women always need other women to lean on. They become friends in order to hate each other better. The more they hate each other, the more inseparable they become.

They all fired into the air, no doubt about it, said the old man with the fur cap, but it was the air that happened to be in people's lung.

Tereza's death hurt me so much, it was as if I had two heads smashing into each other. One was full of mown love, the other of hate. I wanted the love to grow back. It grew like grass and straw, all mixed up together, and turned into an icy affirmation on my brow. That was my damn stupid plant.

There was not after all a single kind of strife, but on the earth there are two kinds: one of them a man might praise when he recognized her, but the other is blameworthy.

Potter bears a grudge against potter, and craftsman against craftsman, and beggar is envious of beggar, and bard of bard.

A liberal is a man who leaves the room when the fight begins.