Quotes About Conflict

But you pashed Jonah Griggs and he's the leader of the enemy.

We have arsonists.

I reach the bottom and smash into him with my fists as hard as I can. He falls and I can't believe he goes down that easy, caught off balance. "You care about nothing, you piece of shit!" I'm on the verge of tears, like I always seem to be these days, and I hear the catch in my voice and I hate myself for it. He throws me off him and I can tell there is a fury in him. "Never," he tells me in a tone full of ice, "under-estimate who or what I care for.

I hope you're not smoking in front of her,' Lucia says to him. 'Yeah, I lie in bed and puff in her face, Lucia,' he says, irritated.

And being that happy makes me feel guilty. Because I shouldn't be. Not while my mum is feeling the way she is. How I can dare to be happy is beyond me, and I hate my guts for it.

Woman, I'm trying to fight here! Or has that escaped your attention?

Do you miss being friends with Santangelo?" I ask her after the lights are out and we're almost asleep. "What makes you think were friends?" "Everything." I hear her yawn. "Being enemies with him is better." she tells me. There's a long pause and I think she's going to say something more but she doesn't and it's just silence for a long while.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "Okay, would you like pizza?" "I don't think you deserve my company but I feel sorry for you so I'll say yes." "God help me," he said, half under his breath.

Stani walks in later, glaring at them both. "Bloody bastards. One minute punching each other, next minute reading poetry. What's wrong with everyone this week?" Tom can tell that

So when good leaders don't want their people to die, they spend quite some time trying to work out how to achieve things without going to war. It's that simple!

It's like two cultures had a massive fight over his face and neither won.

No. We were jealous that Lirah had Gargarin. Cold, cold Lirah, who was bitter towards all men, loved my brother with all her heart. It made me hate her even more, because I knew this union was not one of the flesh. She hated the touch of men. He barely tolerated the touch of anyone. I couldn't bear the idea of him loving someone as much as he loved me." -Arjuro of Abroi

I'm comparing you to . . . rugby and . . . my voice breaking . . . and everything I love but don't understand." "To the failures in your life." "No. I'm comparing you to all the things I love doing best and I just can't have when I want them.

She shrugged. "I don't have my horse anymore." " Your horse? The horse was mine." "Don't be ridiculous." Evanjalin continued walking up the track. "You would never have stolen the horse in Sarnak if I didn't encourage you. So I consider it mine.

Despite the voice in his head that says he doesn't want anything that's owed to his father, Tom can't wait to get his hands on it. "Just take it. Hit your old man over the head with it. You're dying to.

Froi didn't know where home was anymore. He wanted to return to Lumatere, and he wanted to stay in Charyn. What strangeness was that? To belong in two kingdoms. He felt a sob rise within him that he swallowed hard the moment he felt Lirah and Gargarin at his shoulders.

I had a life with people who I would die for! You've ruined everything. I despise you," he spat. "You're supposed to despise him," Arjuro muttered. "He's your father.

Finnikin's head was bent low over the horse and he kicked its flanks hard and Froi had never clutched the body of one who felt so much but it reminded him of the time when he had tried to take Evanjalin in the barn. Both times the touch of their bodies had burned him, but this time something entered his bloodstream. Planted a seed.

He has a strange face. It's all sharpness and angles and incredibly fair skin. But then he's got this thatch of black hair that's such a contrast. It's like two cultures had a massive fight over his face and neither won.

Before I knew what was happening he was pulled away from me and I wondered for a second where Anna had got such strength from. But it wasn't Anna who was bashing Greg Sim's face on the ground. It was Jacob Coote.

But it's the look in his eyes that I can't help responding to, and I think to myself, forget the girlfriend. Just go for it. And I want to. But his girlfriend is there, a smiler, not a grinner.

Hatred smothers all beauty.

I want so much not to do the teenage angst thing, but I have to tell you that I hate the life that, according to my mother, I'm not actually having.

A wise man has tolerance for such people. A wise man walks away or finds a means of changing the way they think.