Quotes About Conflict

It isn't fair, or right, but it's dreadfully human, the way we tear each other apart.

Amelie seemed to focus on her again. For a few seconds she regarded her, frowning, and then smiled just a little. So I recall, she said. Not all wars are waged with bullets and swords, indeed. Some are wars of wills and ideas. It's good we both remember that. The smile faded. But not all ideas win the war, and not all wills are strong enough. Darkness can descend so easily.

People are people. Hateful and peaceful. Content and miserable. Honest and deceitful. With all of that inside fighting for control every minute of the day, it's a wonder everybody's not banging their heads against the wall.

Killing someone isn't like in the movies, something that you shrug off with a quip and a drink. It eats at you, even when the person you kill unquestionably has to die. And there's no way that her feelings about Melvin aren't, at the very deepest level, still complicated.

Get in here and make me some dinner—now, woman. News flash, Michael, you're supposed to be evil, not redneck!

Claire…bitch!'" Her voice sounded raw and hoarse. "You…think this…makes us…friends?'" "God, no,'" Claire said. "But I think you kinda owe me.

Oh, like you don't throw a hissy every time somebody trips your angst switch!

violent, organized bunch of angry men could be the sidearm I carry.

take her he said Oliver is not going to be pleased, boy. Better go. I had to, Michael said. I had to stake him. He was going to kill her. In point of fact, he wasn't; he was going to hurt her so badly that Amelie would feel it, that's al. But that's not what I meant. You crashed a car into the limousine. Oliver loves his limousine. Michael opened his mouth, then closed it without thinking of anything to say to that.

She went back to Shane and settles in on his lap again, arm around his neck. His circled her waist. I thought you had to go, he said. And don't think i didn't see you kissing on my best friend. He deserved it. Yeah. Maybe i ought to kiss him, too. Michael, on his way out, didn't bother to turn around for that one. Oh sure, you always promise.

It is our alarming misfortune that so primitive a science has armed itself with the most modern and terrible weapons

Between low water and the flotsam and jetsam of the high-tide mark, land and sea wage a never-ending conflict for possession.

The Eskimos began to make troublesome raids...

I wanted so badly to believe, but the fear felt as great and overwhelming as the desire.

Kent State by Deborah Wiles

I may have a potty mouth, but I do not get caught in illicit sexual encounters in Marriotts, for fuck's sake. I guess I could be open to a Ritz-Carlton or a Four Seasons, but a Marriott, no fucking way! Yet here I am. And there's nowhere else I'd rather be. What spell has this boy cast on me? I

The scene is very Sopranos meets Rent.

I know this is the wrong choice. But it feels like the only choice. So I make it.

We are protecting civilians. We are unarmed. We are no threat to you. Please do not shoot.

Sometimes I sit down to dinner with people and I realize there is a massive military machine surrounding us, trying to kill the people I'm having dinner with.

I feel like I'm witnessing the systematic destruction of a people's ability to survive.... Sometimes I sit down to dinner with people and I realize there is a massive military machine surrounding us, trying to kill the people I'm having dinner with

I think it was smart that you're wary of using the word "terrorism," and if you talk about the cycle of violence, or "an eye for an eye," you could be perpetuating the idea that the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is a balanced conflict, instead of a largely unarmed people against the fourth most powerful military in the world.

Sources of economic growth are all completely destroyed – the airport (runways demolished, totally closed); the border for trade with Egypt (now with a sniper tower in the middle of the crossing); access to the ocean (completely cut off in the last two years ).

Nowhere in the known world, it seemed to her, could she live as she'd been created: at once a creature of body and of mind. It was a precept so universal as to seem a law of nature: one aspect of a woman's existence must dominate the other. And a woman like Ester must choose, always, between desires: between fealty to her own self, or to the lives she might bring forth and nurture.