Quotes About Conflict

His jaw locked. "You don't know shit about me." She put her hands at either side of his face and smiled with too much emotion. "You want to know what I think?" For some reason, tension pulled at him. "Probably some idiotic romanticized nonsense." When her confidence didn't falter, he made a sound of disgust. "All right, go ahead and tell me." "I think you're the one who doesn't know shit about you

often different parts of ourselves want different things, and if we silence the parts we find unacceptable, they'll find other ways to be heard.

In idiot compassion, you avoid rocking the boat to spare people's feelings, even though the boat needs rocking and your compassion ends up being more harmful than your honesty.

But now the kiss has presented another crisis for Rita—possibility. And that may feel even more intolerable to her than her pain.

I'm mindful of the fact that Very Angry People aren't Very Approachable.

Cuando caes en la compasión del idiota, evitas agitar las aguas para no lastimar a otra persona, aunque las aguas necesiten ser agitadas y tu compasión acabe resultando más perjudicial que tu sinceridad.

The things we protest against the most are often the very things we need to

curtain yelled, 'I hate you, I hate you so much, just GET OUT OF MY LIFE!

I'm going to shoot somebody, Maddie said. Sawyer hates when people do that. It's a whole bunch of paperwork.

Sugar, Tara said in a voice that was pure Pissed-Off South. You need to go far, far away. A few weeks ago, he'd have taken that to mean she didn't want to see his face within a six-hundred-mile radius. Now he knew the truth. He distracted her. He could live with that. Came to see if I can help. I think I know how to make burgers, she said smoothly. But bless your heart. In other words, f*** off and die.

You could start an argument in an empty house.

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

Why do we always fight?" she whispered. "You know why." Yeah, she did. "It's science." "Combustible chemistry," he agreed. "Dangerous.

He felt his heart roll, exposing its underbelly. Nothing he could do about that. He was equipped to eliminate threats, protect and serve. Not to love. Never to love.

Her trut meant more to him than he could have possibly imagined. But how the hell was he supposed to keep this light when everything about it felt more like... everything?

Unfortunately, he was a man through and through, and therefore had a penis, which meant that there'd be no reasoning with him.

So we said we weren't going there," he repeated, and she wasn't sure if it was disappointment or relief when he let her go and turned away. "Actually," she said to his back. His bare back. Tanned. Sleek. Ripped with strength. "You said that we weren't going to go there. Because even though you're leaving and it was so awful, I still want to. Go there, that is.

Seriously, why are you here? To drive me crazy?" "Well, that does seem fair, since you drove me there a long time ago.

If she'd thought the oncoming storm outside was crazy, it was nothing compared to what happened between her and Finn every time they so much as looked at each other.

No marriage is offense free. Two sinful people living together have lots of opportunity for heartfelt apology.

I'd made the vampire cry. Great. I felt like a real superhero. Harry Dresden, breaker of monsters' hearts.

There's nothing that makes you more insane than family. Or more happy. Or more exasperated. Or more . . . secure.

Wizards and computers get along about as well as flamethrowers and libraries.

So? Bob said. Hat up, go kill her. Problem solved. Bob, I said. You can't just go around killing people. I know. That's why you should do it. No, no. I can't go around killing people, either.