Quotes About Conflict

You know why you did it. You were mad at him, and you were mad at him because your father hurt your feelings. That's not difficult. You were just mean.

WHEN TWO MEN LIVE TOGETHER they usually maintain a kind of shabby neatness out of incipient rage at each other.

Same thing, I guess," said Mack. "You just can't trust a married guy. No matter how much he hates his old lady why he'll go back to her. Get to thinkin' and broodin' and back he'll go. You can't trust him no more. Take Gay," said Mack. "His old lady hits him. But I bet you when Gay's away from her three days, he gets it figured out that it's his fault and he goes back to make it up to her.

Samuel, she said, you're the most contentious man this world has ever seen. Yes, Mother. Don't agree with me all the time. It hints of insincerity. Speak up for yourself.

Jim said, "It's something that grows out of a fight like this. Suddenly you feel the great forces at work that create little troubles like this strike of ours. And the sight of those forces does something to you, picks you up and makes you act. I guess that's where authority comes from.

The times, the moment, demanded that I slaughter human beings and I did." "That was wartime and for your country." "It's always some kind of time.

Sad as they were at his moral decay, the friends were not a little jealous of the good time Danny was having.

Only when everything else failed did a good sheriff make an arrest. The best sheriff was not the best fighter but the best diplomat.

Slim smiled wryly. He knelt down beside Curley. "You got your senses in hand enough to listen?" he asked. Curley nodded.

She wins all arguments by the use of vehemence and the conviction that a difference of opinion is a personal affront.

I have thought that men and women should never come together except in bed. There is the only place where their natural hatred of each other is not so apparent.

the warfare between the unaroused male and female is constant and ferocious. Each blames the other for his loss of soul.

You go steal that tire an' you're a thief, but he tried to steal your four dollars for a busted tire. They call that sound business.

Some of the owner men were kind because they hated what they had to do, and some of them were angry because they hated to be cruel, and some of them were cold because they had long ago found that one could not be an owner unless one were cold. And all of them were caught in something larger than themselves.

Civil war is supposed to be the bitterest of wars, and surely family politics are the most vehement and venomous. I can discuss politics coldly and analytically with strangers. That was not possible with my sisters. We ended each session panting and spent with rage. On no point was there any compromise. No quarter was asked or given.

Why is there so much contention in our world?" Thus agitated, Morihei grabbed the tree and single-handedly moved it to its new location. Onisaburo happened to be present as well and said to Morihei, "That is the power of righteous indignation. Channel that tremendous force into the proper activity and you will accomplish wonderful things.

Century after century, we have prosecuted our insane conflicts from atop their backs, resting on their sturdy necks when we grew weary, eating their flesh when we were starving, disemboweling them and crawling inside their bodies when we were freezing. --Blood Horses

That's not the way it happened, asshole," I said, gently correcting him.

I like middles. . . It is in middles that extremes clash, where ambiguity restlessly rules.

And suddenly she was at him, after him with her fists, her struggling weight; he squeezed her against him, regretfully conscious even now, as her pinned fists flailed his shoulders and her face crumpled into contorted weeping and the sharp smell of perfume was scalded from her, that the expression, of serene superiority, of a beautiful secret continually tasted, was still on his face.

He showed the world what can be done against the odds, against a superpower. He showed -- and this is where Vietnam and Iraq come in, that in a war between an imperialist occupier and the people who actually live there, the people will eventually prevail. They know the terrain. They have more at stake. They have nowhere else to go.

Come here," he asks. The idea of making it while the churches are full excites him. "No," Ruth says. She is really a little sore. His believing in God grates against her.

But, far from feeling Stavros as one of the enemy camp, he counts on him to keep this madwoman, his wife, under control. Through her body, they have become brothers.

He must try to stop swearing; he wonders why he's doing it. To keep them apart, maybe; he feels a dangerous tug drawing him toward this man.