Quotes About Conflict

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

The multitude is always in the wrong.

Marriage means expectations and expectations mean conflict.

Stupid weirdo! Liar! You filthy cat-boy-!!

Can't buy what I want because it's free. Can't be what you want because I'm me.

ROSAURA: Hipogrifo violento que corriste parejas con el viento, ¿dónde, rayo sin llama, pájaro sin matiz, pez sin escama, y bruto sin instinto natural, al confuso laberinto de esas desnudas peñas te desbocas, te arrastras y despeñas? Quédate en este monte, donde tengan los brutos su Faetonte; que yo, sin más camino que el que me dan las leyes del destino, ciega y desesperada bajaré la cabeza enmarañada de este monte eminente, que arruga al sol el ceño de su frente.

Más que un ejército hiriendo vence un héroe perdonando.

Mal haya ocasión, mal haya, 155 sin espadas y con lenguas, que son las peores armas, pues una herida mejor se cura que una palabra!

I was starting to feel that Washington was a city run by two rival gangs that had a great deal in common with each other, including an essential lack of interest in the well-being of the turf on which they fought.

If you've never seen a steel magnolia on the warpath, you've missed one of the world's greatest wonders.

She had once seen a heron flying across the estuary and trying, while it was on the wing, to swallow an eel which it had caught. The eel, in turn, was struggling to escape from the gullet of the heron and appeared a quarter, a half, or occasionally three-quarters of the way out. The indecision expressed by both creatures was pitiable. They had taken on too much.

Sometimes the opposite of loss is loss.

In any conflict, the crazier party generally wins.

Thérése y Jérémy cultivan, desde siempre, ese arte del quid pro quo que es la sal de sus relaciones. De acuerdo en todo, no se entienden en nada. Es su modo de soportar la condena perpetua de la fraternidad

At last you realise that a man is not an equal, but an alien force, bent on destruction when he is aroused to anger.

She hated Jourdan as she had never hated anyone in her life before. She tried to move away, but he wouldn't let her, his face a white mask of fury above her, and she realised that she had voiced her thoughts out loud. 'You don't hate me, mignonne,' he drawled with harsh cruelty, his fingers biting into the tender flesh of her arms. 'You hate yourself for being a woman...

War is hell," she said. "Do you know why I always beat you, Daddy?" "Tell me." "Because you hate to lose pieces.

...Ere midnight's frown and morning's smile, ere thou and peace may meet.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men.

War, waged from whatever motive, extinguishes the sentiment of reason and justice in the mind.

Yet am I king over myself, and rule The torturing and conflicting throngs within. - Prometheus Unbound

War is the statesman's game

How much longer will man continue to pimp for the gluttony of death, his most insidious, implacable, and eternal foe?