Quotes About Conflict

We hear very often declarations on the demoralizing tendency of war, but as much as I hate war, I cannot be of the opinion that frequent wars are so corrupting to human nature as long peaces.

Every friendship has its own enemy.

I'll tell you something about that war, Billy. With great respect to all the men who died. I don't think it was worth the fighting. Too many good men perished. For what? Is the world a better place for their sacrifice? You know what's going on in Spain and Germany. Has anyone really learned the lessons? It was supposed to be the war to end wars. Do you see any sign of that?

God says in Jeremiah 6:14: They dress the wound of my people as though it were not serious. 'Peace, peace,' they say, when there is no peace.

I cut him off at once, with that particular form of corrosive savagery that grown sons reserve for their bumbling fathers.

A fight with one's daughter is never less than debilitating.

A brother offended is harder to win than a strong city, and contentions are like the bars of a castle. —PROVERBS 18:19

The last image I had of her was her sitting on the platform at Thorpe as a group of people stared at this distressed, weeping woman, and then her charging towards the glass of my window seat as the train pulled out of the station. I had gasped, thinking she meant to throw herself under the wheels, but no, she had simply wanted to attack me, that was all. If she had got her hands on me, she might have killed me. And I might have let her.

It has always astonished me, Georgy Daniilovich, that those who are most repulsed by autocratic or dictatorial rule are among the first to eliminate their enemies once they take on the mantle of power themselves.

It was the fact that I didn't want to kill anyone. I wasn't put on this earth to murder my fellow man. I'd grown up with violence - can't you see that? I can't bear it.

Bruno had a pain in his stomach and he could feel something growing inside him, something that when it worked its way up from the lowest depths inside him to the outside world would either make him shout and scream that the whole thing was wrong and unfair and a big mistake for which somebody would pay one of these days, or just make him burst into tears instead.

I suppose you wish you'd won the war." I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, Mr. Darcy-Witt," I said, as if I were explaining something obvious to a child. "No one wins a war.

I felt that this must be what it would be like to be married to someone, a constant back and forth of bickering, watching out for any stray comment in a conversation that might be corrected, anything to keep gaining the upper hand, the advantage, bringing one closer to taking the game, the set and the whole blasted match without ever ceding a point.

What are you playing?" I asked him. "War." "Is that a game?" "It's the best game in the world." "And are you winning?" "I won't know till it's over." "And perhaps not even then.

I sat down again, wishing I had never been brought here. It was as if I had walked onstage into the middle of a dramatic play, where the other characters are already engaged in a battle that has been going on for some years but which only now, upon my arrival, is allowed to reach a climax.

Waarom zou vader op zo'n nare plek willen werken met al die buren? Het slaat nergens op.

There is almost always low-grade anger and depression in a dysfunctional family.

It's natural to worry about physical stuff like weaponry and resources. What we should really worry about is psychological stuff like ideologies and norms. As the UNESCO slogan puts it, "Since wars begin in the minds of men, it is in the minds of men that the defenses of peace must be constructed.

They sought security by piling up more and more irrelevant weapons.

Your country, mine, every other country in the world, has the same cause and what it does is, it takes people who don't give a pint of whaledreck for it and sends them off to kill women and children. Yes, it's the cause of every country on earth! And you know what I call that cause? I call it naked stinking greed.

Votre pays, le mien, tous les pays du monde, partagent la même cause, et le résultat, c'est que des gens qui s'en foutent comme d'une fiente de baleine sont envoyés pour tuer des femmes et des enfants. La voilà, la cause de tous les pays ! Et vous savez ce que c'est que cette cause ? Pour moi, c'est de la rapacité pure et simple, et elle me pue au nez ! »

Here were we wretched creatures of men making for each other's throats, and outraging the good earth which God had made so fair a habitation.

The more doubtful the political outlook the fiercer will be the dogmas which men create and contend for.

How will you deal with him? Belses asked. Jock lifted a brawny fist and regarded it lovingly. Knock him out-- truss him up-- whatever the Almighty permits us. Supposing he's not alone? Oh, then, if his trusties are with him, there'll be a bonny rumpus.