Quotes About Conflict

Cecilia left the letter sitting on the kitchen table and went

All conflict can be traced back to someone's feelings getting hurt

No, Mr. Khrushchev, you may not have a wall. It will not prove that communism works. It will not work out well at all.

I don't think it works like that," said Joy. "It starts out small. You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

Damn that Berlin Wall, and that Cold War, and whoever it was who sat there back in nineteen forty-whenever-it-was, mulling over the problem of what to do with those ungrateful Germans; the guy who suddenly clicked his fingers and said, "Got it, by Jove! We'll build a great big bloody wall and keep the buggers in!

I picked something with lots of sex, drugs and murder," Madeline had said, "so we have a lively discussion. Ideally there should be an argument." The

Did you know that some people wish the Berlin Wall had never come down?" said Esther. "That's weird, isn't it? Why would you want to be stuck behind a wall?

do. Madeline saw Nathan smile fiercely at the

He avoided confrontation. He just wanted everyone to be happy. The

You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

You put up with little things … and then the little things gradually get bigger.

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.

The angrier Madeline got, the more freakishly calm Ed became, until he reached a point where he sounded like a hostage negotiator dealing with a lunatic and a ticking bomb.

Madeline," said Nathan, "don't yell at her, will you? Because—" "Are you kidding? Of course I'm going to yell at her!" yelled Madeline. "She's selling her virginity on the Internet!

It was so strange to be in a state of intense conflict with a person she barely knew.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently with someone in a position of power: a bank teller, a dry cleaner, a three-year-old.

You're having one of those days of accumulating misery when you argue violently

You think terrible things happened on the battlefields, but terrible things happened in ordinary suburban homes.

Marriage was a form of insanity; love hovering permanently on the edge of aggravation. Connor would be asleep now, in his neat apartment smelling of garlic and laundry

Great. Now Renata would have even more reason to dislike her. Jane would have an enemy. The last time she had had anything close to an enemy, she was in primary school herself. It had never crossed her mind that sending your child to school would be like going back to school yourself.

Maybe if she hadn't grown up with a big brother, if she hadn't grown up with that tough Aussie tomboy mentality: if a boy hits you, you hit him right back! Perhaps if she'd wept softly and prettily the first time that Perry hit her, then maybe it wouldn't keep happening.

Every conversation with her mother was fraught with danger. It was as if they were former players from competing teams who shared a long and violent history.

It starts out small. You put up with little things in a relationship and then … the little things gradually get bigger.

Power changes everything till it is difficult to say who are the heroes and who the villains.