Quotes About Conflict

Sometimes it feels as though there's a knot inside me, and were it to come apart, whatever emerged would be all teeth.

It was about this, wasn't it? He knew. They all knew." I think of Nicasia sitting at Locke's dining table, seeming for a moment to take me into her confidence. He ruins things. That's what he likes. To ruin things

I hate Taryn. I hate Madoc. I hate Locke. I hate Cardan. I hate everyone. I just don't hate them enough

When there is a lot of power concentrated in one place, there are plenty of scraps to fight over.

Don't listen to him.' He shakes his head with an exasperated look at his father. 'He's full of bad old-guy advice.' 'Just because I'm bad,' Madoc says with a grunt, 'doesn't mean the advice is.

You really hate me don't you?" he asks, his smile growing "Almost as you hate me," I say

When I allow myself to truly think on it, I cannot fault Locke for choosing her. I am violent. I've been poisoning myself for weeks. I am a killer and a liar and a spy. I get why he chose her. I just wish she had chosen me.

Le odio más que a los demás, le odio tanto, que a veces, cuando le miro, me cuesta respirar.

You really hate me, don't you?" he asks, his smile growing. "Almost as much as you hate me

She's right to be worried. I just declared war.

Si tú eres la enfermedad, supongo que no puedes ser la cura al mismo tiempo.

Kill him, a part of me says, a part I remember from the night I took him captive. Kill him before he makes you love him.

He cuts his gaze toward his unpredictable, mortal High Queen, whose wild brown hair is blowing around her face, whose amber eyes are alight when she looks at him. They are two people who ought to have, by all rights, remained enemies forever.

Lucy- "Wow, no one ever fights over me." Justin- "My multiple personalities fight over you constantly. There is a war going on inside me." Rue- "This is for the war going on outside.

Go ahead and tell them if you want, but you should know this—someone you trust has already betrayed you.

We should have called truce, he'd said, brushing back his ink-black hair impatiently. We should have called truce long before this. But neither of us called it, not then, not after.

Sometimes it's easier to be mad at the people close to us,' Vivi said, 'than to be mad at the people who deserve it.

Most of all, I hate you because I think of you. Often. It's disgusting, and I can't stop." I am shocked into silence. "Maybe you should shoot me after all," he says, covering his face with one long-fingered hand.

No matter how hard she swung at him, it just made him laugh. He liked her anger. Fire, he called it. She liked it when she was angry, too. Angry was better than scared.

I want to strike Cardan over and over until I slap that smugness off his face. But if I did, he'd know just how much he scares me.

It would be safer if I hated him. Since I cannot, perhaps it is good that he now hates me.

Everyone knows that trekkers and whatever starwarsians call themselves aren't supposed to have anything to do with one another.

Jude, Cardan thought, hating even the shape of her name. Jude.

Something is really wrong with me, to want what I hate, to want someone who despises me, even if he wants me, too. My only comfort is that he doesn't know what I feel.