Quotes About Conflict

You never knew. Cultures were mine fields.

It seemed to him she understood but was not willing to concede they might be on the same side against anyone or anything.

What I have heard from the Mandan and Sioux is that the Comanche are perpetually in a state of war with everybody. A Brulé Sioux man, an old man, said they had come from beyond the Rocky Mountains and simply leapt on everybody like tigers.

However, the general population had not settled the matter of free black people in their minds yet. All was in flux. Flux: a soldering aid that promotes the fusion of two surfaces, an unstable substance that catches fire.

I have come to warn you. The Texans are now Americans. So are the people of New Mexico. They have all become Americans and they are under American law. This is the last time. You will stop raiding and you will bring in the captives. If not I will send the soldiers." Toshana laughed. But you are Gai-ker. You do not fight. "You will see." Jiles, Paulette. The Color of Lightning: A Novel (p. 296). HarperCollins e-books. Kindle Edition.

She paused when he did not speak. "I know what I would do if I were you." Frantically, Tatiana chewed her lip. It was love or truth. Love won. Steeling herself, she said, "Yes," in a fragment of a voice. "I would choose America over you." Alexander broke down. "Come here, you lying wife," he said, bringing her close, encompassing her.

Hablas de amor, pero ni siquiera sabes de qué se trata. A los diecisiete años, el amor es un fuego que consume el cuerpo, pero en el cual no interviene todavía el corazón. Por eso te perdono que te hayas lanzado sobre mí con semejante violencia. Por eso no te hago arrojar en prisión. ¿Amor? ¿Acaso significan algo para ti mis pensamientos, mis planes o mis sueños? ¡Vete de aquí enseguida!

Really, it's not people who don't understand us who drive us nuts—it's when those who shouldn't, do .

A country which accepts wars as contests between good and evil is suffering from the delusion that the morality play symbolizes real political conflicts.

He watched her leave with mixed feelings. His heart wanted to trust her, but his head and his gut told him he couldn't.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

they say, he's mine, and you say, all right, all right, he's yours, of course, take him. Nothing matters to me at all. Not me, not my food, not my bread, not my life, and not him either, nothing matters to me." "I ,Tatiana, fight for nothing

I can't do it," Tatiana said "I can't walk down the streets of our life with you." "I know." They turned back to the reflections in the mirror.

Mankind has never invented a weapon that they did not use sooner or later.

Ti dicono lui è mio e tu dici va bene, va bene, è tuo, certo, prendilo, niente è importante per me. Né me stessa, né il mio pane, né la mia vita, e neanche lui. Io combatto per niente.

War was like weather – always something to talk about.

What were you doing fighting with me at Kirov, knowing all this was stacked against us? Raging against my fate.

His eyes were blazing. "Tania, you are too much for me…I can't take you, not in small doses, not in large ones, not here, not on the street, nowhere.

Tatiana: "Why did we spend two days fighting when we could have been doing this?" Alexander: "That wasn't fighting, Tatiana. That was foreplay.

Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood, desolately failing in the battle of her heart. "Oh, Alexander. What do you want from me..." "Everything", he whispered fiercely.

He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.

I am two women: one wants to have all the joy, passion and adventure that life can give me. The other wants to be a slave to routine, to family life, to the things that can be planned and achieved. I'm a housewife and a prostitute, both of us living in the same body and doing battle with each other.

Washing one's hands of the conflict between the powerful and the powerless means to side with the powerful, not to be neutral.

Because the oppressor exists within their oppressed comrades, when they attack those comrades they are indirectly attacking the oppressor as well.