Quotes About Conflict

If you ever try to change my memories again, I will slap you into next spring." I took a breath, knees shaking as I felt small beside him, my white dress brushing against his black trousers. Some women get flowers or poems from their suitors. I get insults and threats.

Maybe it's the taste of blood in my mouth or how angry I am at Derek, but I turn to Ben, slapping my stick on the ice. "Screw him," I say. "I'm making this team.

Now I'll deal with Derek on the ice and Valerie off. At least in the rink, I carry a stick and have pads and a helmet for protection. I'm pretty sure that Valerie's attacks will make me look forward to Derek's cheap shots against the boards.

I hate time travel.

We almost killed ourselves with rage. We would grow up trampling over things, tearing things down, and people would look at us and wonder why we had such violence in our hearts.

Darkness dwells within even the best of us. In the worst of us, darkness not only dwells but reins.

Being polite is not only the right way to respond to people but also the easiest. Life is so filled with unavoidable conflict that I see no reason to promote more confrontations.

My life has a mysterious purpose that I don't understand, and day by day, conflict by conflict, I learn by going where I have to go.

Words are the wellspring of the world, and language is the most powerful weapon in the ancient and still unfolding war between truth and lies.

The hatred of truth is the taproot of violence.

There's more to me than you see, another me down inside somewhere, full of hate, ready to hurt, cut, smash, or if maybe there's no Other and there's just me alone, then I'm not the person I thought I was, I'm something twisted and terrible, terrible.

Les hommes ont inventé la guerre, la femme a inventé la résistance.

I have sired a well-adapted man (read: adapted to everyone except his father).

The ancients used to go off on wars of conquest to ward off tedium. Conquest versus tedium, the bloodied saber versus unendurable peace.

I hear this, Genevieve, the words love and hope being thrown out into empty air and all I want is to declare war on the planet.

Even when natural weather is good, human weather is bad.

A flock of sheep near the airport or a high voltage generator beside the orchard: these combinations open up my life like a wound, but they also heal it. That's why my feelings always come in twos.

Es el ego quien nos engaña para que pensemos que tenemos razones para hacer lo que sea necesario con tal de imponernos sobre aquellos que percibimos como nuestros enemigos.

You don't make peace with friends. You make it with very unsavory enemies.

I found that the Russians had destroyed much of their country trying to keep up with the United States in their arms race.

oh he loves her, just as the English loved India & Africa & Ireland; it is the love that is the problem, people treat their lovers badly. but maybe it is just the scenery that is wrong. maybe nothing that happens on stolen ground can expect a happy ending.

A neutral place. The chances of finding one these days are slim, maybe even slimmer than Archie's pinball trick. The sheer quantity of shit that must be wiped off the slate if we are to start again as new. Race. Land. Ownership. Faith. Theft. Blood. And more blood. And more. And not only must the place be neutral, but the messenger who takes you to the place, and the messenger who sends the messenger. There are no people or places like that left…

We are split people.

How is it possible to hate something so completely and then suddenly love it so unreasonably?