Quotes About Conflict

Painting is not done to decorate apartments. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

Join the Army, see the world, meet interesting people — and kill them.

El cadáver de Gustavo tenía treinta y siete heridas. Había en sus bolsillos sesenta y tres pesos, tres cartas de su esposa Carolina y un libro de apuntes cuya última frase era: «Todo está perdido. Los soldados no quieren pelear».

Martín Luis Guzmán contará que se creó un impasse, que el grupito de hombres a caballo con la fila de tiradores ante ellos ni se iba ni se retiraba. Se miraban y se apuntaban, observaban a sus mutuos jefes. Hasta en la tragedia hay espacio para el absurdo.

Rodolfo, su hijo, trató de retenerlo, Reyes se zafó. «La suerte está echada», dicen que dijo, y puso su caballo al trote; «por imprudente y engreído», diría Mondragón más tarde.

La relación de la futura guerra de Texas con Hollywood fue siempre una relación amorosa. Sobre esta guerra se han filmado más películas y documentales que sobre cualquier otro hecho bélico de la futura leyenda estadounidense.

O imperialismo sabe ou não sabe o que a União Soviética é capaz de fazer para nos defender? (...) Se errarem, destruirão o imperialismo até suas raízes, mas de nós também sobrará muito pouco; por isso temos que lutar pela paz com convicção.

No hay comunidad más pacífica que los yaquis: cuando combatieron, y lo hicieron millares de veces, actuaron protegiendo los límites de sus tierras, atacando a invasores que intentaban apropiarse de su mundo.

La de la Revolución Mexicana es una historia en la que mucho se mata y mucho se muere, en la que la vida humana parece valer muy poco y la supervivencia es tan accidental y casual como la muerte. Avitia rescata las frases en un corrido terrible: 'Como saben que en México se mata y que a diario se muere por acá'.

VIRGINIA (Practically on the verge of tears) I just can't stand it no more! Every minute of the day! Do this! Do that! I don't have ten minutes alone with my husband! We can't even have a fight! We don't have no privacy! Everybody's miserable in our house! THOMAS All right, Ginnie, don't get so excited. THE MOTHER She's right. She's right.

You are a very sick dude, you dumb son of a bitch!

At the end of a marriage, no one wins. There is only anger, sorrow, guilt, emptiness, and defeat.

But war, as we will see, creates its own motives as combat escalates, and it rarely follows a course that does not have unintended consequences that subordinate its original purpose.71

All's fair in love and war — and coffee.

Oh, there's going to be debate because you're dealing with the Bible and religion is supposed to be separate from state and that to me is already a conflict before it even hits the gay issue.

Anna is something wrong " he asked his brow furrowed. Yes I want to say. You ran a prison camp for Jews. You keep my parents locked in the ghetto. You let your wife's father be killed and would kill Jacob too if given the chance. Your wretched Gestapo came to our house and now Lukasz might have to leave us. Let me count the ways. Of course I did not dare to say any of this. "No Herr Kommandant " I replied managing to keep my voice even. "Everything is fine.

Kriegler's assertion that the Germans had told London

We'll do anything to get rid of that excess hardware from the Cold War, and someday it's going to come back to haunt us.

Sometimes, like after recently learning about Margot, it is easy to despise him. Other times, though, when we lay in the dark and his uniform is gone, he is just a man who brings me pleasure and comfort. I can almost forget who he is, who we both are. Almost.

no, this was what Belle had feared. Mama would insist on coming along and that would spoil everything. She cast a pleading glance at her sisters. "But Mama," Charisma exclaimed, "Grace

Very comforting, that-choosing your truth. Makes life quite tolerable when lived on such terms, does it not? Well, at least for a bit.... Until one brushes up against another's truth whose fur does not lie in the same direction.

You think to judge me, MacKinnon? I've littered the ground wi' the corpses of men like you." Iain raised his blade and smiled. "You've never met a man like me.

_I_ boil it." Joseph entered last, closing the door behind them. "Last time, you burnt it." Connor glared at Joseph. "We were attacked! What would you have me tell the Abenaki? 'I cannae fight just now. I'm makin' candy. Would you like a wee taste?

Joseph grinned, his teeth bright white in contrast to the dark paint on his face. "Somewhere inside Wentworth's body is a man fighting to come out." "So it seems, brother." -Joseph and Morgan