Quotes About Conflict

Sometime, somewhere, life always comes to a fight, and peace always comes to an end.

I'm sorry, Eve. I love you. I'm not letting you do this." She screamed and battered harder. "You love me? You asshole! Let me go!

Maybe we should go along, Shane said. Strength in numbers, man. Michael smiled at Eve and shook his head. After she bitch-slapped the Founder? Not a good idea.

Myrnin was heading for Kim when she picked up a crossbow lying on a table nearby and shot him pointblank in the chest. He staggered backward, muttered, Not again

You know, I said to Michael, my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch. Too bad she isn't here, he said.

shane:is your distant cousin jack the ripper dropping in for coffee. eve:screw you collins

shane: so is world war fifteen over out there? claire:i think so

Eve: Shut up, we have zero time for you and your bullshit dramatics Monica: Or what, you'll bleed on me, Emo Princess of Freakdomonia? Claire: Fine. You come with us. If you get in my way, I'll kill you.

Now we're in the middle of a three-sided vampire war. Which would be an awesome video game, but I'm really not interested in playing for real. I like my reset buttons.

At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?

When giants fought, ants were crushed.

Well, he said, I think we've found our way in. We just wait until they're duking it out, but trust me, these Humans First types don't have a lot of staying power or they'd have been at the gym with me before. I doubt Grandma Kent there is going to do a lot of damage. He pointed at a gray-haired, hunched lady in a shawl, carrying what looked liked a gardening tool. It's like Plants Versus Zombies, and I'm not rooting for the zombies, weirdly enough.

Shane's head suddenly snapped around, and he turned his whole body after it, facing Myrnin and took a step toward him. He said, in a voice tight with fury, Would that be the dead guard in our damn basement? Well, of course, how many dead guards could there be? Why, did you kill one, too? Wasteful.

Hell, I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.

The two of them might as well have been alone. It was the kind of look that people in love exchanged, or people who were about to kill each other.

That is disgusting, and I will never kiss you again. Yes, you will, he said, and proved by pressing his lips to hers. She wanted to squirm away, just to prove the point but God, she loved kissing him.

It's the hardest lesson for someone who's been taught guns are the answer . . . that they're only the answer to a pure, simple, direct set of problems: killing someone. I

Hell, Shane spit in disgust. I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her He tossed her the bat.

With some enemies, it's safer to let them destroy themselves.

Because Oliver wants you, and what Oliver wants, Oliver gets, right? So get your sweet little butt up already." "Hey," Shane said, and stood up. "I'm not telling you again, Jase. Stop." "What, because I said she had a sweet little butt? You don't think she does? Hard to believe, since you spend so much time staring at it.

The Apocalypse must be near, because a guy is arguing against grilling.

Oh, come on. A vamp marrying a human gets the fanged ones all upset, and Eve made herself look like the ultimate fang-anger to all the humans by putting a ring on one, so what did you expect exactly? Flowers and parades? This is Texas. We're still figuring out how to spell tolerance.

I am not driving back home in a car with Bipolar Man, I said, and I meant it. Seriously. I've got weapons. -Shane, Fall of Night

I understood why I'd been chosen. Why I'd been plucked out of the grim and struggle. I'd always been at war.