Quotes About Conflict

Parents do tend to judge each other. I don't know why. Maybe because none of us really know what we're doing? And I guess that can sometimes lead to conflict.

Samantha: Parents do tend to judge each other. I don't know why. Maybe because none of us really know what we're doing? And I guess that can sometimes lead to conflict. Just not normally on this sort of scale.

Why weren't they just overcome with joy every time they looked at those kids? Why in the world were they divorcing?

There was no such thing as a good divorce for children.

It was just a plate, her father kept saying to Christina. He never understood what that plate represented: Disrespect. Disregard. Contempt.

My husband hits me, Renata. Never on the face, of course. He's far too classy for that. Does yours hit you? And if he does, and this is the question that really interests me: Do you hit back?

He was a selfish, pompous, egocentric, nasty man. She did not want to be married to him, but she did not want him to marry someone else. She did not want him, but she wanted him to want her.

Little things I do start to annoy him. He gets a bit irritable. I try to placate him. I start walking on eggshells, but at the same time I'm angry that I have to walk on eggshells, so sometimes I stop tiptoeing. I stomp on the eggshells. I deliberately aggravate him because I'm so angry with him, and with myself, for having to be careful. And then it happens again.

She wanted to hug him and at the same time she kind of wanted to slap him.

Sometimes when she looked at him, she felt like there was a sleeping snake tightly coiled within her chest, a snake that would one day hiss to life and strike with unimaginable, unforgivable consequences.

Opinions were for other people. It was fascinating how upset they got about them.

Jab, jab, truce! This, it seems, is marriage–

They never said sorry. They just threw down their still-loaded weapons, ready for next time.

I'm prepared to wait this out. I will wait for you to finish with him." She took a deep, shaky breath. "Have your revolting little affair and then give my husband back.

Veronika had accused her father of being a misogynist and Thomas had told Veronika to stop acting like a pseudo lesbian intellectual.

The thought of separating from Jessica was like having his guts ripped out, but these days being married to Jessica was like having his guts ripped out. Whatever way you looked at it: guts ripped out.

He was a good man, but they brought out something terrible in each other, like allergic reactions.

family life could be so dramatic

What sort of daughter refuses to go to her mother's house? What sort of daughter speaks with such violence to her mother about buying a new recipe book? She

It was strange how he'd always made her feel like they were winning as a couple, even when they were breaking up.

It was like every fight she'd ever had with her sisters. A wave of rage would sweep her up and carry her high and righteous until she did something embarrassingly excessive. Then it would dump her, splat, leaving her stupid and small.

I can't be in the same room as you right now." She hopped out of bed, taking the iPad with her. "Be ridiculous, then," said Ed.

Do not engage. Remove yourself from the emotional minefield.

The fights! You would not believe the fights they had! They'd be wanting to kill each other and I'd put them in separate rooms, but within five minutes they'd be back together again, playing and giggling.