Quotes About Conflict

We say that we are the rulers of this country, but we do not make a rule of law. We say that we command these people, but we do not lead them to peace or prosperity. We, their own lords, quarrel among ourselves and bring death to their door, as if our opinions and thoughts and dreams are worth far more than their safety and health and children.

Anne shook her head. "I'll not be safe until she is dead," she said. "Just as she will not be safe until I am dead. It is not just a matter now of a man or a throne, it is as if I am her shadow and she is mine. We are locked together till death. One of us has to win outright and neither of us can be sure that we have won or lost until the other is dead and in the ground.

It felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition—the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress, and us to this savage battle.

Semmi sem betegít meg jobban egy országot, mint amikor saját népe tagjai harcolnak egymás ellen.

on what he wants to say. I step back. So it is just as his wife fears, and she was

We are joint heirs,' I said in a sharp undertone. 'The land will always be partly mine.' Richard smiled, a smile like midsummer skies. 'I shan't regard it.' He said sweetly. 'And you don't know the law, my clever little cousin. If they commit you to an asylum, you are disinherited at once. Did you not know that, my dear? If you go on with your seeings and your dreamings, you will lose everything.

She dropped to the stool before the little looking glass, rested her head on her hands and stared at herself. "He's in love with me," she said. "He's mad for me. I spend all my time bringing him close and holding him off. When he dances with me I can feel his hardness like a codpiece. He's desperate to have me.

I think that all of them must have lost their minds and have forgotten everything we were to each other. I said that they were no sisters to me, that I would forget them. But they have gone further than this: they have become my enemies.

It is easier to take a country into war than to bring it to live at peace, and a country at war is a bitter place to live, a risky place to have daughters, and a dangerous place to hope for a son.

She knows, and I know, that she rode in the Tudor barge past my window when I was in sanctuary, and she enjoyed her moment of triumph then. And she knows, and I know, that I have the upper hand now. We don't forget that. We aren't men to clap each other on the back and say 'No hard feelings' after a battle. But we know also that the world has changed and we have to change too.

All this is always for nothing," he says. "Don't you understand that yet? Every death is a pointless death; every battle should have been avoided.

Norway surrendered after two months of fighting, which had left 1,335 Norwegians killed or wounded.

The fiction, as always, is secondary to the history; the real women are always more complex and more conflicted, greater than the heroines of the novel, just as real women now, as then, are often greater than they are reported, sometimes greater than the world wants them to be.

I felt as if we were fighting something worse than Anne, some demon that possessed her, that possessed all of us Boleyns: ambition - the devil that had brought us to this little room and brought my sister to this insane distress and us to this savage battle.

That these girls avoid use of physical violence in resolving conflict, does not mean that these conflicts are resolved in meaningful and enduring ways. Girls might smile, give in, give up - and then continue the conflict behind their opponents' backs. Girls might also smile, give in, make fatal compromises, because their need to belong (or not to be excluded) is more important to them than sticking to their principles.

The boys want us to think the river's polluted. I heard them talking!" "Those creepy jerks!" cried Caroline. "Those jerky creeps!" said Eddie. "This isn't a joke anymore. This is war!

Wally Hatford, huh? , Caroline said to herself. Well, the Hatfords would soon find out they were no match for the Malloys.

Now, what's this all about?" she demanded. "They started it, Mom," said Caroline, wringing out the tail of her shirt. "We did not!" said Jake hotly. Eddie turned the hose on Josh." "He dropped his bucket on purpose!" cried Beth. "I did not!" said Josh. Mrs. Malloy looked around curiously. "You kids hardly know each other! How did you get to be enemies so soon?" Wally looked at Caroline. I dare you, his eyes told her.

I don't care , she thought angrily, turning all her anger back onto Wally again. I am going to make him as miserable as I can this Christmas, and if we're both stuck in fourth grade for the rest of our lives, he'll be sorry he ever heard the name Malloy.

Caroline Malloy, the Crazie, went after her sister with a hammer. Missed, but I can imagine what the hammer did to the floor.

Caroline didn't know whether she was more angry or excited. Every time the boys did something to them, it just gave the girls an excuse to do something worse.

This always happened. No matter how much Wally tried to stay out of trouble, he didn't.

Un foie, deux reins, trois raisons d'utiliser la baïonnette.

L'ennemi est con, il croit que c'est nous l'ennemi alors que c'est lui