Quotes About Conflict

For while my classmates found The Iliad too bloody for their taste, an endless catalogue of men butchering one another after formally introducing themselves, I thrilled to the stabbings and beheadings, the gouging out of eyes, the juicy eviscerations.)

As soon as the cry reached my father, however, he marched into the kitchen to tell his mother that, this time at least, her spoon was wrong. "And how you know so much?" Desdemona asked him. To which he replied what many Americans of his generation would have: "It's science, Ma.

One of the most striking aspects of OCD urges is that, except in the most severe cases, they are what is called ego-dystonic: they seem apart from, and at odds with, one's intrinsic sense of self.

When two people always agree, one of them is unnecessary.

Lincoln lied about whether he was negotiating with the South to end the war. . . .

In marriage, and, truly, in life, someone must have the last word. Think about it; how often is the last word the hill on which we'll die? We've all had times in our lives when the conflict's finally been resolved and everyone's about to retreat to a neutral corner and then someone can't help themselves, saying one more thing, and then, bam! World War III. The last word sets the stage for whatever comes next.

Dear friends are throwing away their long-standing, deeply satisfying relationships in the current political climate, tired of seeing opposing posts, each too swept up in the movement to remember that there's someone they love on the other side.

As adults, though, many of us default again to buddying up with those in proximity to us at home or work, which can be great, provided we like each other. If we don't? We're stuck with them anyway and every interaction becomes a master class in passive aggression.

Rest assured, gentlemen, if our paths ever cross again, it won't just be your weapons that burn.

Somehow, she knew the thought of an apology would never cross his mind. He was fae. In his mind, everything that had transpired was just and reasonable, even if it made no sense to her.

In the battle between logic and crazy, crazy always wins.

Dang it, Chance. You been here one day and you killed a man and split another one's skull open. I got enough to do without you adding more work. Chance kept his tone level. He drew on me. Why were you over in the Badlands in the first place? You know why. Bowie glared, then lowered his voice. Think you can get through a day without killing someone? Don't know. It's early yet.

Jake, we've had nothing more than a polite conversation since I got back, and now, today, you kiss me like that? I tried to talk to you, Lori. You weren't having it. You don't get a pass, Jake. The last time we has a conversation that lasted more than a minute was over the grave of our daughter.

If you wait until you are perfect and free of conflicts, you will never change anything in the world.

Mary had disrupted nearly every relationship in her life. Would she now come between her sisters, setting one against another, their long time amity forgotten?

I fear that until this rebellion is put down, she'll find herself caught in the middle, claimed by neither side, mistrusted by both.

of her husband's cabinet, who had their own ideas for the president's social calendar. The worst conflict, and the most upsetting for Mrs. Lincoln, was with John George Nicolay, the president's personal secretary, who was charged with the responsibility of arranging state dinners. Single-minded in her resolve

He interrupted. "No, Lisa, other families do not have sons who are Girl Scouts. I'm teaching that boy to fight," Jason muttered to himself, "A gay, black Girl Scout. What the hell happened to this family? We were normal back in San Francisco.

Yeah, uh, listen, ladies," the clerk said. "Someone's gonna have to pay for this ripped jersey here." Our words toppled over each other's again. "Not me." For someone so completely unlike me, this Psycho Mom certainly was reading from the same script as I was. "Why don't you ladies split it?" he suggested. "Looks like they've already done that, dude," a spectator couldn't resist injecting.

Have you talked to North? he said. Yes, she said. I asked him to get us cable. I wish you weren't talking to him. I'd talk to Satan to get cable, Andie said.

The key to fighting is never to fight unless the cause is so great that you couldn't bear not to defend it and the losses you are going to suffer are things that you could afford to lose. If you do fight, the thing to remember is that it is going to hurt because that is what happens in a fight and you might as well reconcile yourself to it in the beginning and then it will not matter when it happens

I had you pictured dead in a pool of blood in front of the fireplace. And now you show up alive, and I want to kill you myself. (Zack)

One of the biggest problems this country has is that people think a law is a law only if they agree with it. And if they don't, it's all right to kick guys like Joe out of the service and bomb abortion clinics because there's a higher law at work.

Later, she couldn't remember whether she'd had time to stop, or if Donald's trying to ruin her potatoes the way he'd ruined everything else had made her temporarily insane. Whatever the reason, she stabbed him with the sharp, narrow, old-fashioned fork and hit a vein in the back of his hand. Donald screamed, and she shoved his hand away so he wouldn't get blood on her potatoes. "I'm so sorry, Donald," she said and took another bite.