Quotes About Conflict

Come down and fight," snarled the Hyena angrily. "Thief and scavenger yourself!

la Armada Invencible; ya saben, cañonazo va y ola viene y todo a tomar por saco, con aquel pulso fatal entre nuestro buen Rey Don Felipe Segundo y esa arpía pelirroja que se llamó Isabel de Inglaterra, amparo de protestantes, hideputas y piratas, más conocida por la Reina Virgen, aunque maldito si puede uno imaginarse virgen de qué

P]olitics is always a Kampfplatz.

War was invented was to allow men who never grew up to do the things they always wanted to do as kids: mess up their rooms, wear funny clothes, sleep in a room with a lot of strangers, dirty up other people's houses and then take their toys away.

If you are what you eat, then why aren't you what you desire?" Desire stands in the great no-man's land of human activity: the zone of most conflict, fear, and anxiety. It scares us. We are often asked to hate it—by those who claim to have given it up for "better" things, and who often, hypocritically, haven't.

Quakers quaking. Congregationalists congregating, Baptists baptizing, Dutch Reformers reforming; Episcopalians pissing on the lot. All asked for money to support the war against evil.

The danger of having the military take over intelligence is that the military has a very different perspective on the world.

Ambivalating is one of the healing processes of psychotherapy. When clients are encouraged to thoroughly explore their conflicting feelings about job or relationship issues, they eventually connect with a deep intuitive sense about what is best for them.

I believe most people, if they think about it, realize that their best friends are those with whom they have had a conflict and found a way to work through it. Once a friendship survives a hurtful misattunement, it generally means that it has moved through the fair-weather-friends stage of relationship.

Collaborative rapport repair is the process by which relationships recover and grow closer from successful conflict resolution. Misattunements and periods of disaffection are existential to every relationship of substance. We all need to learn a process for restoring intimacy when a disagreement temporarily disrupts our feeling of being safely connected.

He did not, however, because he had long since learned that getting angry back was a capital crime that would elicit the most savage retaliation.

Our sense of safety and stability in the world and our interpersonal relationships become undermined by childhood abuse because we carry these early thwarted—that is, deeply conflicted—survival patterns into adulthood.

Holy war is not about religion. Holy war is needed by anyone who works for humans or lives among humans, because even the mildest demons can blind you and make you break laws that were meant to protect peace and prosperity of others. Even the tiniest amount of demons can make you harass and attack innocent people in streets, homes, neighborhoods, workplaces and even countries.

No one can blame his defeat in a holy war on another person, priest, group or religion. Each man's holy war is his own.

North and South Vietnam were meant to be reunified in national elections two years later, but Saigon—with Washington's support—reneged.

paper-pushers can't figure me out. all they understand is bullshit and politics, which amounts to the same thing.

A quick, sharp laugh from Quint broke the thread of tension. "What a pair of assholes," he said. "I seen that coming since you came aboard this morning.

El día que asestes un arma en dirección a otro hombre será como si ya le hubieras matado.

Ninguna pelea tiene sentido, Justin. Si uno se ve abocado a una pelea, lo mejor que puede hacer es concluirla. Lo del "juego limpio" es asunto del contrario.

Loyalty cannot be too liberally insisted upon. Altruism in nature remains an exception. It poses a puzzle, being in prima facie conflict with the survival of the fittest and most selfish.

There can be nothing more sterile than an extended conversation between two people who basically agree. If we basically disagreed we'd be getting somewhere.

John G. turns on him, hands on hips, hair caked with snow. 'Hey, buddy, let me tell you something. Drugs are the only thing I got. I am a drug addict. That's all I've ever been and that's all I'll ever be. Even if I'm not putting a needle in my arm or pipe in my mouth right this second, the thought is still in my mind.' He taps the side of his head. 'And if I decide I'm gonna get high to deal with the pressures in my life, there's not a fuckin' thing you can do about it.

See? They only get idiots to do these jobs." John G. stands there with his eyelids throbbing. Should he take a swing at the guy? After all, he's got nothing left to lose. On the other hand, this job is the only thing between him and the abyss. Everything else that marked his place in the world is gone. He struggles to decide for a few seconds and then goes back to the motorman's cabin.

Today the theatre of doubting, of unease, of trouble, of alarm, seems truer than the theatre with a noble aim.