Quotes About Conflict

In a battle between force and an idea, the latter always prevails.

Socialism is the expression of the principle of violence crying from the workers' soul, just as Imperialism is the principle of violence speaking from the soul of the official and the soldier.

To defeat the aggressors is not enough to make peace durable. The main thing is to discard the ideology that generates war.

Religious wars are the most terrible wars because they are waged without any prospect of conciliation.

The Marxist dialectic is essentially word-fetishism. Every article of the faith is embodied in a word fetish whose double or even multiple meaning makes it possible to unite incompatible ideas and demands. The interpretation of these words, as intentionally ambiguous as the words of the Delphic Pythia, eventually brings the different parties to blows, and everyone quotes in his favour passages from the writings of Marx and Engels to which authoritative importance is attached.

Nowadays it is the fashion to emphasize the horrors of the last war. I didn't find it so horrible. There are just as horrible things happening all round us today, if only we had eyes to see them.

the way to pull a divided group together is to give them a common enemy.

Well, a love story, that's no story at all. People don't want a happy ending. They want conflict. They want the heroine to fall for man she can never have.

Engaging with haters is like rearranging pictures on the Titanic.

one half leaning in, one half pulling away.

When you get down to it, though, explaining what you believe isn't all that easy. If you say that you believe something to be true, you might mean one of two things—that you're still weighing the alternatives, or that you accept it as a fact. I don't logically see how one single word can have contradictory definitions, but emotionally, I completely understand. Because there are times I think what I am doing is right, and there are other times I second-guess myself every step of the way.

if there is a garden of maybes, you are the invasive plant I can't ever get rid of.

We were gasoline poured onto fire. With you I burned twice as high and hot. This is why you and I could never have stayed together. We would have consumed each other until there was nothing left.

In so many ways my entire career has been about untangling the knots that society tangles itself in as we futilely attempt to separate the us from the them.

Could you hate your son for what he had done, and still love him for who he had been? The

because in the past words have only driven them apart.

She threw words at me like handfuls of mud, and now that they've dried, I can brush them off.

Your mama finds you like that, she's going to pitch a fit. The only way she'd find out is if you told her I'd come out here with you, and then she'd be too angry at you to yell at me. Guess we're partners in crime, then.

Don't go fighting my battles for me.

Sometimes I think there's a beast that lives inside me, in the cavern that's where my heart should be, and every now and then it fills every last inch of my skin, so that I can't help but do something inappropriate.

But I'm even more cautious with the white ones in the pickup trucks with Confederate flags hanging in the back windows. Because I used to be who they are, and I know what they are capable of.

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

There are always sides. There is always a winner, and a loser. For every person who gets, there's someone who must give.

My scholar, my serious, sweet boy, is now a rebel—holed up in his room listening to music so loud it makes the walls shake or texting friends I did not know he had; coming home past curfew smelling of hard liquor and weed. I have fought, I have cried, and now, I am not sure what else to do. The whole train of our lives is in the process of derailing; this is only one of the cars skidding off the tracks.