Quotes About Conflict

During the course of my life I have wished innumerable times that I might meet with a violent death, but I have never once desired to kill anybody. I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

But people almost never say, "Die!", Paltry prudent, hypocrites.

Human beings never submit to human beings

The clash between rich and poor is a hackneyed enough subject, but I am now convinced that it really is one of the eternal themes of drama.

My unhappiness was the unhappiness of a person who could not say no.

To ask whether they drink because they're isolated or isolated because the rest of the family disapprove of their drinking would be like clapping and trying to decide which hand made the sound—it can only lead to a lot of vain quibbling.

Most drinkers are lonely men, isolated in their own homes. To ask whether they drink because they're isolated or isolated because the rest of the family disapprove of their drinking would be like clapping and trying to decide which hand made the sound—it can only lead to a lot of vain quibbling.

Crime and Punishment. Dostoievski. These words grazed over a corner of my mind, startling me. Just supposing Dostoievski ranged 'crime' and 'punishment' side by side not as synonyms but as antonyms. Crime and punishment-- absolutely incompatible ideas, irreconcilable as oil and water. I felt I was beginning to understand what lay at the bottom of the scum-covered, turbid pond, that chaos of Dostoievski's mind--no, I still didn't quite see...

Jusque-là dans ma vie, le désir d'être tué m'était venu plus d'une fois, mais l'idée de tuer quelqu'un ne m'avait pas effleuré ; lorsque je me trouvais devant un adversaire terrible je ne pensais, au contraire, qu'à le rendre heureux.

Crime and punishment. Dostoievski. These words grazed over a corner of my mind, startling me. Just supposing Dostoievski ranged 'crime' and 'punishment' side by side not as synonyms but as antonyms. Crime and punishment—absolutely incompatible ideas, irreconcilable as oil and water.

Por lo que parece, mi concepto de la felicidad está en completo desacuerdo con el del resto de las personas, y la intranquilidad que genera me hace dar vueltas y gemir por las noches en mi cama. Incluso ha llegado a afectar me la razón.

La sociedad. (...) una lucha entre individuos. Y una lucha en que el ganarla lo supone todo. El ser humano no obedece a nadie.

Despising each other as we did, we were constantly together, thereby degrading ourselves

I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

Incluso ahora pienso que los enfrentamientos entre pobres y ricos es un tema de parece caduco, pero que siempre formará parte de las tragedias

In any case, a completely invincible hero just isn't good story material.

Submission or escape; to keep up the fair-and-square fight or compromise with lies; deception or placation; to be or not to be––which one is better? I don't know. I don't know, so it causes me suffering.

Victims. Victims of a transitional period of morality. This is what we both certainly are. The revolution must be taking place somewhere, but the old morality persists unchanged in the world around us and lies athwart our way. However much the waves on the surface of the sea may rage, the water at the bottom, far from experiencing a revolution, lies motionless, awake but feigning sleep.

But there are times when one man's sense of justice may tear apart the peaceful domestic lives of other people.

Lord Hamlet, maybe you alone are the evil one. You insert yourself where everyone is living peacefully and amicably, and you spout complex reasoning and attack everyone, making them suffer, saying that in this world only your love is pure and devoted.

We will live in perpetual struggle with the old morality, like the sun.

The revolution is far from taking place. It needs more, many more valuable, unfortunate victims. In the present world, the most beautiful thing is a victim.

Poverty is nothing. As long as you love me, all I want is to spend my whole life by your side. But you love Naoji more than you love me, don't you?

Different eye color, hair color—is that enough to arouse this much hostility?