Quotes About Conflict

We negotiated peace with them the first time, my girl, because we were in a position of strength. That's how wars work, that's how truces work. We show them we've got more power than they imagine and they're more willing to make peace.

Hate is the key. Hate is the driver. Hate is the fire that purifies the soldier. The soldier must hate .

You can't redeem him, Todd," she says, a little softer but I flinch a bit at the word redeem. "You can't. Because he doesn't want it.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think , the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. "Wrong," says the Mayor. "It's war that makes us men in the first place. Until there's war, we are only children.

The answer is that it does not matter what you think, the monster said, because your mind will contradict itself a hundred times each day. You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary.

Doing what's right should be easy. It shouldn't be just another big mess like everything else.

You wanted her to go at the same time you were desperate for me to save her. Your mind will believe comforting lies while also knowing the painful truths that make those lies necessary. And your mind will punish you for believing both.

They're fighting a war over who can be more peaceful.

I am not your enemy, Todd Hewitt," he says one more time. "Just tell me her name and this will all stop." I

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War makes Monsters of Men

But you can't make war personal, or you'll never make the right decisions.' 'And if you didn't make personal decisions, you wouldn't be a person. All war is personal somehow, isn't it? For somebody? Except it's usually hate.

The great trick of the devil is to make you want to see him. But it is only when you see him that you fear him. And by then, it is too late...We are too eager to build devils. Is it only a matter of time before we are at war again?

Forty-seven generations before, the King of the Southerners had stolen a rhinoceros out of the Northern King's private zoo. (—That's it? —Wars have started for less. —But that's stupid. —Precisely.)

Jack, you have debauched my sloth.

I think Upton Sinclair once wrote that a man has difficulty understanding something if his salary depends on his not understanding.

Who should be held accountable for a shared history of violence? It was a question that was dogging Northern Ireland as a whole.

was rubble and broken glass, what one poet would memorably describe as "Belfast confetti.

But the truth was that most residents still lived in neighborhoods circumscribed by religion, and more than 90 percent of children in Northern Ireland continued to attend segregated elementary schools.

But even if your parents were ardent supporters of the IRA, there were reasons not to tell them that you had joined. If the police or the army broke down the door to interrogate them, the less they knew, the better.

He worried about what he described as "an unwholesome entanglement" between the people who prescribe our medicines and the people who make and market them.

We beat them with stones at first, and they had guns. Our people had to go and get guns. Wouldn't they have been right stupid people to stand there? Our people got shotguns at first and then got better weapons. And then the British, who were supposed to protect us, came in and raided our homes. What way could you fight? So you went down and you blew them up.