Quotes About Conflict

The urban barbarism that has turned our streets into battlegrounds and our classrooms into killing fields will not be stopped by an assault on the Second Amendment right of American gunowners to keep and bear arms.

Terrorism is the price of empire. If you do not wish to pay the price, you must give up the empire.

The War Between the States was about independence, about self-determination, about the right of a people to break free of a government to which they could no longer give allegiance.... How long is this endless groveling before every cry of 'racism' going to continue before the whole country collectively throws up?

When mom and dad went to war the only prisoners they took were the children

Wargames at their most fundamental, regardless of medium or motivation or scope, seek to model the brutal reality of armed conflict with a set of heuristics and formulas, conventions and physical or programmable components.

Clear communication always leads to conflict, and the clearer the communication the faster we arrive at it. Most people sense this intuitively. When there is the potential for disagreement, they create a gap between how they feel versus what they say. If we see conflict as a negative force to be avoided, and most people do, then we tend to "murk" up the communication.

If the group has an unhealthy view of conflict or doesn't have the skills or process by which to manage it constructively, they will never attain the realm of synergistic communication and the exceptional levels of performance it supports.

I don't like the way you keep turning up corpses – female corpses, at that – on St Mungo's land, Gil. We'll ha no more of them, if you don't mind.

There's no question that jihad historically means war.

Fear has silenced the voice of truth in your world, and this is the anguish with which you struggle.

Love and anger are like land and sea: They meet at many different places.

The warmth of his body shouldn't have felt good. He was angry and every muscle was tense. It was like being leaned on by a very heavy, warm brick. A sexy brick.

She gave Samuel a stern look. "Now, I don't know what's going on between you and my daughter and Adam Hauptman—" "Neither do we," I muttered. Samuel grinned. "We have it pretty well worked out as far as the sex goes—Adam gets it—someday—and I don't. But the rest is still up for negotiation." "Samuel Cornick," I sputtered in disbelief. "That is my mother .

Mercy," he said,"in a fair fight between near equals, I'll back you every time. It's the demons, vampires, and river devils I worry about, and I'm working on that.

Stay out of this," she (Christy) snapped at me, wiping futilely at her cheeks. "This isn't your business." "When you blamed Adam, whose only fault that I can see is that he has poor taste in wives, you made it my business," I told her. Honey cleared her throat. "You do know you are one of his wives, right?" I raised an eyebrow. "Happily, he doesn't know how bad off he is with me—and I intend that he never will.

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear—love did.

The snarl didn't make Adam's too-handsome features less handsome, but it would probably have scared anyone else. Me? I think I have some kind of subliminal death wish because Adam's anger makes me go weak at the knees, and not in a terrified sort of way.

People who stand in the way of my mate's ability to get herself out of trouble often feel like they were hit by buses. I think this might be the first time it is literally true, though.

Humans, werewolves, or, apparently, vampire, it doesn't matter; get more than three of them together and the jockeying for power begins.

Most of the pack would rather have Darryl mad at them than Auriele.

I blew out a breath, took a couple steps back, and flopped in one of the battered chairs that line the wall, trying, with my casual pose, to defuse the situation. "Adam, I don't have a sense to be afraid of Sam in the state he's in now. I don't know why you think I'd be smart enough to be afraid of you.

I couldn't stay in that room with both men one more minute... Even a human woman could have drowned in the testosterone in the air, it was so strong.

Trust you to bring a gun to a fistfight

Marsilia had just apologized to me. Hell must have been experiencing some climate change.