Quotes About Conflict

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. That was the only thing left. If they hadn't interfered with us, there probably would be no Provo army today.

It could only have been strange for Arthur—an American Jew who had experienced anti-Semitism firsthand, who, as a student, had protested against the rise of Hitler, whose family loathed the Germans just as ardently, and probably more so, than other Americans did—to listen to Marietta's story. But then, until recently, Arthur himself had worked for a German-owned company, Schering.

His job, he felt, was to speak for the victims - to represent the next person who might be killed in the conflict. He had no particular party; his only allegiance was to those who had been (and would be) cut down.

GOD MADE THE CATHOLICS, BUT THE ARMALITE MADE THEM EQUAL.

Sometimes it felt as if they spent more nights on the floor than in their beds. Lying awake, staring at the ceiling, Michael would listen to the sounds of bullets ricocheting off the concrete outside. It was a mad life. But as the anarchy persisted from one month to the next, it became the only life he knew.

One unionist politician likened this custody arrangement to keeping 'a python in a paper bag'.

There was a discomfiting sense in Belfast that there was no place where you were truly secure: you would run inside to get away from a gun battle, only to run outside again for fear of a bomb.

But, occasionally, Arthur would embarrass his brothers, intervening in the ad campaigns at McAdams and condescending to Raymond in front of junior staff.

To deem us simply enemies is to lose the true flavor of our relationship. It was more like the two of us entered into a business partnership in order to more efficiently pursue our mutual interest of hating each other.

Ambrose turned on his heel and stormed off, but before he made it through the door, Elodin burst out singing: 'He's a well-bred ass, you can see it in his stride! And for a copper penny he will let you take a ride!

What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Chronicler snapped. "You're just spouting nonsense now." "I'm spouting too much sense for you to understand," Bast said testily.

The gesture was so tight with rage she feared she'd snap and crack the world in two.

I was no stranger to bar fights. You'd think they'd be rare in a place like the University, but liquor is the great leveler. After six or seven solid drinks, there is very little difference between a miller on the outs with his wife and a young alchemist who's done poorly on his exams. They're both equally eager to skin their knuckles on someone else's teeth.

I (Kvothe) started to say something else, but she (Vashet) put her hand over my mouth. "I've said I understand. Stop fighting after you have won.

Considerarnos meramente enemigos sería no captar el verdadero talante de nuestra relación. Era más bien como si los dos fuéramos socios de una empresa dedicada a perseguir el mutuo objetivo de odiarnos el uno al otro

Now," Kvothe said angrily, "you've both acted understandably, but that does not by any means mean that either of you have behaved well.

Dos partes de mí intentaron hablar al mismo tiempo. La primera parte gritaba «No le hagas nada, por favor. Otra vez no. No lo rompas. Dámelo, por favor. No lo cojas así, por el mástil». La otra mitad recitaba: «Te odio, te odio, te odio», como si escupiera sangre.

It was baffling. These creatures. The were fraught and frayed win their desire. A snake would never poison itself, but these folk made an art of it. They wrapped themselves in fears and wept at being blind. It was infuriating. It was enough to break a heart.

Increíble -dijo Wilem, maravillado-. El todopoderoso Kvothe, vencido por una mujer.

the key is knowing when to fight. Men are full of anger, so they have trouble with this. Women less so.

Only barbarians and madmen take pleasure in combat. Whoever

he was often heard to say, 'I won the only duel I ever lost.

I was looking for a place to put my blood," I said. "Most people keep that inside, she said. "It's easier.

bar and dashed it against Skarpi's head, shattering