Quotes About Conflict

It's funny how most activists are pacifists.

If Scotland and America go to war, I'm afraid I've already sworn in.

A bloody knife is used again. The hand that stabs is stabbed within. The one you trust is not your friend, Like Julius Caesar in the end.

All couples fight, but healthy couples fight fair. Unhealthy couples fight dirty, with below-the-belt jabs, sucker punches, angry accusations, and bitter grudges. Healthy couples fight for resolution. Unhealthy couples fight for personal victory. Dr.

There are not enough Indians in the world to beat the Seventh Cavalry. —GEORGE ARMSTRONG CUSTER ACKNOWLEDGMENTS The story of Cassilly Adams's painting Custer's Last Fight, approaches the drama of the historic moment it depicts and is something I've wanted to write about for some time.

Few people knew the shadowy history of the Special Operations Group that had operated out of Laos, but the numbers said it all: For every American Special Forces soldier that was lost, the North Vietnamese lost between 100 and 150 troops. The Bear had been a part of one of the most effective killing machines on either side of the war.

Justice." She smiled again, but it quickly faded. "I'm surprised by you, Walt. I never thought of you as . . . as a vengeful person." "Pharisaic, I think, is the word you're looking for.

President Bush spent last night calling world leaders to support the war with Iraq and it is sad when the most powerful man on earth is yelling, 'I know you're there, pick up, pick up.

Alas, all that sound and fury disguised the fact that on Omaha Beach at least, the bombs fell too long, the rockets fell too short, and the naval gunfire was too brief.

The American view was quite different. To them, the invasion was not to ratify a victory already won; it was to seize that victory by brute force. To the British, it was to be a victory lap; to the Americans it was a death grapple. In the long history of the alliance, this gap in perceptions was never bridged.

Here was the conundrum: they could fight elsewhere in 1942, or they could fight in Europe in 1943, but they could probably not do both. They must choose.

Words. Words had the power of exactly, precisely nothing. Hand grenades blow shit up. They meant something when they landed next to you. Words meant someone was talking, nothing more.

The killing was the best part. It was the dying I couldn't take.

They became actual revolutions instead of mere discussions, complaints and rioting, only after revolutionists had beaten, or won over, the armed forces of the government

Whenever you speak negatively, you create a conflict between the good and bad seed that is in your heart.

A while after I was old enough to understand this story, I pointed out how backwards it was to have fled to the nation that had driven them out of theirs, but they never copped to the irony of it. They needed to believe they'd done the right thing and that it made sense.

wasn't allowed to claim the thing I felt and I didn't feel the thing I was supposed to claim.

Un Bonaparte jamás podía retroceder ante una guerra reclamada por su propio pueblo. Napoleon III

Le dije que me gustaba, y quedé insatisfecha. La verdad era que a veces no me gustaba nada, pero no podía vivir sin ella. Le dije que la quería, pero también quiero a mi perro. Después le dije que la amaba, pero mi incomodidad fue mayor aún [...] decidí prescindir del lenguaje, entonces me acusó de no querer comunicarme. Desde hace unos años, sólo existe el silencio. Encuentro, en él, una rara ecuanimidad: la de los placeres solitarios.

No one would be foolish enough to choose war over peace--in peace sons bury their fathers, but in war fathers bury their sons.

War is by no means something glamorous, and I don't think that should ever be forgotten.

My solution to the problem [of North Vietnam] would be to tell them frankly that they've got to draw in their horns and stop their aggression, or we're going to bomb them back into the Stone Age.

Killing Japanese didn't bother me very much at that time... I suppose if I had lost the war, I would have been tried as a war criminal.

They'd fallen into their old ways, accusatory and evasive, which was reassuring in a perverted way. Leo understood the nasty pull of the regrettable familiar, how the old grooves could be so much more satisfying than the looming unknown. It's addicts stayed addicts.