Quotes About Conflict

Everybody hated the Chinese, and the Chinese, ever willing to oblige, reciprocated.

If you get mad at someone for being right, they'll second-guess themselves constantly. If you yell at them for telling the truth, they'll just lie next time.

Nathan's thoughts were a giant, angry sea tap-tap-tapping on a small dyke wall.

The troll lives in his bones and walks abroad wearing his skin, even under the sun.

Trouble meant they had to listen, not fight.

Hild felt herself split in two: the butcher-bird thinking, I could take him, and the seer, I serve the king.

They sat opposite each other, like enemies at truce.

They are malicious, gods, these Tuath, to make such things to fight over.

War with smiles and firm handshakes.

She'd be best off here with the princess with the slaughter seax.

Gwladus wanted to throw ale in the proud little face. But the princess would kill her, dead as a suckling pig.

It wasn't her blood. It was the blood of those who had fought over her like mad beasts while she lay stunned.

His forehead glistened. He knew me, what I might do if he pushed too hard. Something was so important to him that he thought it was worth the risk; I would have to hurt him or listen.

The thought of going alone into the king's tent full of men who had just killed other men made her feel dizzy.

He was ferment and rot wearing the gear of a prince and lord, a wave of blood and rage.

Hild bent over and vomited stinging bile, then through her weeping, killed the man at her feet.

A man was speaking intensely, passionately, with a strong accent, spattering words about him like matted glass. She closed her eyes. She didn't understand most of it-heresy, apostasy, Gehenna-but he seemed upset about something Eorpwald had done.

Arturus looked at Peretur as though looking at an enemy, through his visor.

Autumn blew, leaves fell, flames flickered, and song turned to war.

It was like the village all over again; she had won, but still must leave. She could not bear it.

The terrorist is the liberal's grandchild.

Nobody finds himself by searching merely for himself. Personality is born out of conflict with a norm.

There is nothing more common than to transform a duty that inconveniences us into an "ethical dilemma".

Stupidity is the fuel of revolutions.