Quotes About Conflict

He's annoying, he's hilarious, he's he makes me yell, he drives me crazy, he's out of his mind, and he's everything I want.

Compromise is but the sacrifice of one right or good in the hope of retaining another--too often ending in the loss of both.

Once upon a time Apache land would have stretched farther than the horizon, through New Mexico almost to Texas, but as white men found gold, silver, turquoise, and copper beneath its surface they carved up the territory like children sneaking to the fridge and slicing off a chocolate cake bit by bit: hoping at first that the loss wouldn't be noticed but ultimately not really caring.

When the people are threatened with tyranny, they must choose either chains or guns.

Most fathers don't see the war within the daughter, her struggles with conflicting images of the idealized and flawed father, her temptation both to retreat to Daddy's lap and protection and to push out of his embrace to that of beau and the world beyond home.

One only has to watch aging siblings scrap over the worthless pots and pans and scuffed furniture of a deceased parent's estate- like toddlers over toys- to see how desperate is the need to wrest some last, pathetic, tangible measure of their parent's devotion.

As Hegel said, tragedy was not the conflict between right and wrong but right and right , a dilemma none of us who wanted participate in history could escape.

All wars are fought twice, the first time on the battlefield, the second time in memory.

A person's strength was always his weakness, and vice versa.

no one asks poor people if they want war.

The tendency to separate war stories from immigrant stories means that most Americans don't understand how many of the immigrants and refugees in the United States have fled from wars—many of which this country has had a hand in. Although

Wars never die, I said. They just go to sleep.

I confess that I admired him, even though he was my enemy. It is always better to admire the best among our foes rather than the worst among our friends.

Whatever may be noble and heroic in war is found in us, and whatever is evil and horrific in war is also found in us.

As Hegel said, tragedy was not the conflict between right and wrong but right and right, a dilemma none of us who wanted to participate in history could escape. The major had the right to live, and I was right to kill him. Wasn't I?

The reason for such behavior, her father said, was that the foreign tourists knew only one thing about this country, the war.

Quoting Nguyen Du - Talent and destiny are apt to feud.

Ever since the first caveman discovered fire and decided that the ones still living in darkness were benighted, it's been civilization against barbarism . . . with every age having its own barbarians. Nothing

Why do those who call for independence and freedom take away the independence and freedom of others?

She was a poor person, I was her poor child, and no one asks poor people if they want war.

Politics is always personal, my dear, she said. That's what makes it deadly.

As Hegel said, tragedy was not the conflict between right and wrong but right and right, a dilemma none of us who wanted to participate in history could escape. The major had the right to live, but I was right

No, just as my abused generation was divided before birth, so was I divided on birth, delivered into a postpartum world where hardly anyone accepted me for who I was, but only ever bullied me into choosing between my two sides. This was not simply hard to do no, it was truly impossible, for how I choose me againse myself?

Gradually, as my bruised forehead healed, and as I absorbed my own words, I developed a growing sympathy for the man in these pages, the intelligence operative of doubtful intelligence. Was he a fool or too smart for his own good? Had he chosen the right side or the wrong side of history? And were not these the questions we should all ask ourselves? Or was it only me and myself who should be so concerned?