Quotes About Conflict

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But when I saw these sleek, shiny carcasses shimmering in the sunlight as they emerged from the ocean, shaking their giant heads; when I saw the waters roll from their sinuous bodies in miniature waterfalls as they glided hither and thither, now upon the surface, now half submerged; as I saw them meet, open-mouthed, hissing and snorting, in their titanic and interminable warring I realized how futile is man's poor, week imagination by comparison with Nature's incredible genius.

The author determines that the bitterest struggles are for one side of the truth to the suppression of the other side.

ARES (MARS) The God of War, son of Zeus and Hera, both of whom, Homer says, detested him. Indeed, he is hateful throughout the Iliad, poem of war though

She was very near hating him now; yet the sound of his voice, the way the light fell on his thin, dark hair, the way he sat and moved and wore his clothes—she was conscious that even these trivial things were inwoven with her deepest life.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

But you knew; you understood; you had felt the world outside tugging at one with all its golden hands--and yet you hated the things it asks of one; you hated happiness bought by disloyalty and cruelty and indifference. That was what I'd never known before--and it's better than anything I've known.

Each was anxious to play the part fate had allotted to him, and each was dimly conscious of an inability to remain confined in it, and painfully aware that their secret problems would have been unintelligible to most men of their own class and kind.

They had never been at peace together, they two; and now he felt himself drawn downward into the strange mysterious depths of her tranquillity.

For the first time he was face to face with his hovering dread: he was judging where he still adored.

The situation between them was one which could have been cleared up only by a sudden explosion of feeling, and their whole training and habit of mind were against the chances of such an explosion.

Why do you do this to me? she cried. Why do you make the things I have chosen seem hateful to me, if you have nothing to give me instead? No, I have nothing to give you instead, he said, sitting up and turning so that he faced her. If I had, it should be yours, you know.

It seemed to her the diabolical instrument of their estrangement.

You idiot! said his wife, and threw down her cards.

It is the duty of those who claim to rule over others not to provoke them beyond the necessity of the case, nor to leave stings in their minds which must long rankle even when the appearance of tranquillity is restored.

The worst of these politics of revolution is this: they temper and harden the breast, in order to prepare it for the desperate strokes which are sometimes used in extreme occasions. But

the bitter heart-burnings, and the war of tongues, which is so often the prelude to other wars.

there was no foreign war, because this prince was always ready for war.

Sooner or later, unless there is a readjustment, there will come a riotous, wicked, murderous day of atonement.

We infinitely desire peace, and the surest way of obtaining it is to show that we are not afraid of war.

As Grover Cleveland remarked, "When quarreling parties are both in the wrong, and are assailed with blame Ã¢â'¬Â¦ they will do strange things to save their faces.

Guy thought of the Greek word agon , wasn't it at once an athletic contest and a style of suffering, an agony?

L'amour domestique - avec ses mélodrames adultères, ses compromis douillets, ses câlins asexués, ses prises de bec mesquines - me déplaisait précisément pare qu'il puait le possible, le faisable, ce que tout le monde faisait.

more and more ferocious to devour the South.