Quotes About Conflict

I don't want anything but my own way. That is wanting a good deal, of course, when you have to trample upon the lives, the hearts, the prejudices of others [...]

I couldn't help loving you if you were ten times his wife; but so long as I went away from you and kept away I could help telling you so.

The heart jealous of the soul!

Edna Pontellier could not have told why, wishing to go to the beach with Robert, she should in the first place have declined, and in the second place have followed in obedience to one of the two contradictory impulses which impelled her.

Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light. She did not like the rat. She would neverlike the rat, but she knew what she must do to save her own heart.

Men and boys always want to go fight. They are always looking for a reason to go to war. It is the saddest thing. They have this abiding notion that war is fun. And no history lesson will convince them differently.

There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.

Pea was aware suddenly of how fragile her heart was, how much darkness was inside it, fighting, always, with the light.

Flora had decided that this was part of the reason her parents had divorced. Not the noise of the writing, but the writing itself. Specifically, the writing of romance. Flora

them back. Sometimes, I hit them first." "Oh

I shall bury the blade in your skull, just above your right eye. That's what I love about you. Your precision.

Never let it be said that I could not talk my way out of any trouble that I could not punch.

War was so simple, wasn't it? Much simpler than justice.

I have always had a deep love of fairytales and fairytale retellings. As well as the power to enchant and entertain, I believe that the old wonder tales can help us work through the deep internal conflicts that beset us all as we grow to adulthood.

Im Kampf um den Handtaschenriemen gegen die Türklinke opfere lieber die Handtasche, als der Türklinke das Gefühl zu geben, sie hätte gewonnen.

Zeus made a halfhearted lunge for the bucket. He managed to knock it out of Typhon's snaky grasp, but he didn't manage to catch it.

Boots and guns had replaced banners and horses, but the story was the same. Men with black hearts. With black souls.

There was no nobility in war. Only suffering.

Nobody ate much, but they did drink, which fired their anger and dimmed their judgement.

Enemies are so stimulating.

the top head would have controlled everything and made his poor little butt-brother miserable.

It's crazy isn't it? She shook her head. You have to believe it, but you hate it. I don't have to believe it, and I think it's beautiful. She shook her head again. It's crazy.

On Decoration Day, while everyone else in town was at the cemetery decorating the graves of our Glorious War Dead, Willie Beaner and me, Robert Burns Hewitt, took Mabel Cramm's bloomers and run them up the flagpole in front of the town hall. That was the beginning of all my troubles.

For the only time in my life I would be living with a chain-smoking semi-invalid whose chief point of pride in life was his membership in the Ku Klux Clan.