Quotes About Conflict

No perdonar es como un cáncer. Te acaba corroyendo por dentro

The shreiking fight or the out-of-character insult endures forever, while the daily sweetness dissolves like sugar in water.

In motherhood, where seemingly opposite realities can be simultaneously true, the role of nurturer invariably conflicts with the role of socializer. When trouble came as it surely must, was I the good cop who understood, the bad cop who terrorized, or both?

The youngest son of an officer in Bonaparte's army, Hugo was born in 1802 near the Swiss border, in Besançon. Two years later, his mother, a confirmed royalist, gave up on her marriage, leaving Major Hugo to his mistress and his wars.

Esterhazy's nephew Christian, unexpectedly showed up. Esterhazy had bilked Christian of large sums, and Christian was eager to spill the beans on his reprehensible uncle.

incensed Clemenceau angrily denounced Ferry for dragging France into this mess, which he charged that Parliament had not properly authorized. China, Clemenceau warned, had an "inexhaustible reservoir" of men, and fighting such a power would sap France of its manpower for years to come.

In violence we forget who we are.

I felt caught in a dilemma that was new to me then but which since has become horribly familiar: the trap of adult life, in which you are held, wriggling, powerless to act because you can see both sides. On that occasion, as generally in the future, I compromised.

Every now and then, I felt a teeny-weeny bit of guilt about what I was doing. But I needed the money more than I needed a good conscience.

Blondeen was preparing to kill me and Jessie. She had been bad-mouthing us all over town and harassing us whenever we bumped into her in public ever since me and Jessie got together.

broke into my house in the middle of the night and barged into our bedroom with a gun in her hand, she was the one who ended up dead. Even though I had accidentally shot her during a scuffle, we agreed that the best thing for us to do was to cover it up.

I looked her dead in the eyes. Her face changed. If I could have chosen for her to be crying than pull that face again, I would let her drown in her own tears.

We have thought of peace as the passive and war as the active way of living. The opposite is true. War is not the most strenuous life. It is a kind of rest-cure compared to the task of reconciling our differences.

WITHOUT LAUGHTER, WHAT MAN of sense could endure either politics or war?

Hephaistion was thinking how fragile his rib cage seemed, how terrible were the warring desires to cherish and to crush it.

war's such a boomerang it's impossible to guarantee anyone's protection in the long run.

La moral es la munición de la guerra. ?Moral no es más que otra palabra que se usa para todo. ¿Qué quiere decir? ¿Valentía o sanguinariedad, o no hacer preguntas indiscretas, o quiere decir lo que cada día nos dicen que quiere decir?

It is better to learn war early from friends, than late from enemies

I do know that for the sympathy of one living being, I would make peace with all. I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

She didn't like his tone, his stance, his looks, or anything about him, for that matter. But there was nothing she could do about it, and no way to fight him. He was completely in charge.

That will solve nothing, my lord." His wife strode into the kitchen, stiff pride shining in her eyes. "I told you to keep her in hand." Brodick glared at his cousin, wondering just when his life had turned inside out. Druce scowled at the sweet smile Brodrick's wife cast toward him. He lifted his finger and pointed at her. "She bit me.

My mother insulted me, I insulted her, Jeanne, the stepgrandmother, insulted everything in a skirt, and my grandfather just kept right on drinking. We picked at our food, competing for who could eat the least. When

Maybe all men should have to fight for something sometime in their lives. I'm thirty-three years old and I've never had to fight for a blessed thing, have I?