Quotes About Conflict

We go on killing each other to no purpose! It is war waged by humanity against humanity, and it will only end when there's no one left to fight!

Herschel was a Jew. And he was my best friend. He was his best friend. And I murdered him.

They were miserable at sports, but great at fantasy sports. They avoided fights, but sought arguments.

If you want to know who protects you from the people that take without asking, it is the police. If you want to know who protects you from the police, it is the people who take without asking. And very often they are the same people.

He saw what they either couldn't see or couldn't allow themselves to see, and that only made him more pissed, because being less stupid than one's parents is repulsive, like taking a gulp from a glass of milk that you thought was orange juice.

Mein Inneres reibt sich am Außen.

He was too ethical, and too much of a coward. (Sometimes it was hard to differentiate.)

We hebben oorlog gevoerd, of eigenlijk hebben we een oorlog laten voeren, tegen alle dieren die we eten. Deze oorlog is nieuw en heeft een naam: bio-industrie. De bio-industrie beschouwt de natuur als een obstakel dat overwonnen moet worden.

Golda Meir had told Anwar Sadat: "We can forgive you for killing our children, but we will never forgive you for making us kill yours.

War! We go on killing each other to no purpose! It is war waged by humanity against humanity, and it will only end when there's no one left to fight.

Tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for tiny acts of shitty retribution for an original offense that no one could remember. Or for no offense at all.

Comer animales, como el aborto, es uno de esos temas en los que es imposible saber de manera definitiva algunos de los detalles mas importantes. (¿Cuándo es un feto una persona real y no potencial? ¿Cómo es en verdad la experiencia animal?), lo cual remueve las desazones más profundas de uno y a menudo provoca actitudes defensivas o agresivas.

He slid out drawers from the cabinet and pulled cards from the drawers, one after another. 'Henry Kissinger: war!''' 'Ornette Coleman: music!' 'Che Guevara: war!' 'Jeff Bezos: money!' 'Philip Guston: art!' 'Mahatma Gandhi: war!' 'But he was a pacifist', I said. 'Right! War!

Za posledních tÃ…â"¢i a p?l tisíce let bylo v celém civilizovaném svÄ›tÄ› jenom dvÄ› stÄ› tÃ…â"¢icet let míru.

In another place, their sons were killed between the barbs of their own guard wire, killed with misfired bombs while squirming in the mire like animals, killed with friendly fire, killed sometimes without knowing that they were about to die - a bullet through the head while joking with a comrade, laughing

What Jacob really thought: his father was an ignorant, narcissistic, self-righteous pig, too anal-retentive and pussy-whipped to grasp the extreme reaches of his hypocrisy, emotional impotence, and mental infancy. "So we're in agreement, then?" "No." "So we're agreed?" "No." "I'm glad you agree with me." But there were arguments for forgiving him, too. There were. Good ones. Beautiful intentions. Wounds.

Cutting down that tree was my last war! I asked him who won, which I thought was a nice question, because it would let him say that he won, and feel proud. He said, The ax won! It's always that way!

What we don't wrestle we let go of. Love isn't the absence of struggle. Love is struggle.

In the modern world, the meaning of the dead to the defeated is a bitter, unhealed wound, where defeat rarely means obliteration of the people and the civilization. As we recently witnessed in the Persian Gulf War, defeat may not even bring the fall of the opposing government. At the level of grand strategy in Vietnam, the United States had been defeated, and yet American soldiers had won every battle. For the veterans, the unanchored dead continue to hover.

Our images of the bitter fighting among the hedgerows of Normandy do not include booby-trapped wine bottles or French babies sitting on the road atop command-detonated mines. Only 3 to 4 percent of American casualties in World War II and Korea were from booby traps, while 11 percent of the deaths and 17 percent of the injuries in Vietnam were those from these lowest-echelon attacks of surprise and deception. American soldiers literally felt tortured by their Vietnamese enemy.

A soldier is a Yahoo hired to kill in cold blood as many of his own Species, who have never offended him, as possibly he can.

Poor Nations are hungry, and rich Nations are proud, and Pride and Hunger will ever be at Variance.

We have just enough religion to make us hate but not enough to make us love each other.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.