Quotes About Conflict

I don't know why, but it didn't seem an option for more than one of us to storm off, and I wanted to make sure that one was me.

It didn't hurt, did it? When I hit you? Sure. Fractured skull. Concussion, the lot... But seriously, Kath. No hard feelings, right? I'm awfully sorry. I honestly am.

Sisters are supposed to be people you're close to, aren't they. You may not like them much, but you're still close to them.

Revolution? Really, Ono! The communists want a revolution. We want nothing of the sort. Quite the opposite, in fact. We wish for a restoration.

Of course, it is tragic that so many of his generation died as they did, but why must he harbour such bitterness for his elders?

This circle of hate is hardly broken, sir, but forged instead in iron by what's done today.

Where once we fought for land and God, we now fought to avenge fallen comrades, themselves slaughtered in vengeance. Where could it end? Babes growing to men knowing only days of war.

The war, ghastly as it was, represented no more than "an awkward window in Man's evolution" when for a few years our technical progress had run ahead of our organisational capacities.

I'd never before seen anything that gave, all at once, so many signals of anger and the wish to destroy. Its

Come possono guarire le vecchie ferite nell'abbondanza dei vermi che ancora le infettano? Come può durare per sempre una pace costruita sul massacro?

Me deleitaría si pudiese, honorable Axl, porque será una venganza justa. Pero me debilitan los años pasados entre vosotros, y por mucho que lo intente, una parte de mí da la espalda a las llamas del odio

I tried to imagine me and Rosa getting so angry with each other we would start to fight like that, actually trying to damage each other's bodies. The idea seemed ridiculous, but I'd seen the taxi drivers, so I tried to find the beginnings of such a feeling in my mind. It was useless, though, and I'd always end up laughing at my own thoughts.

She'd rather go to war with a man than to ever fight for a boy.

Pretty soon he would be stronger than she was, and bigger, some real violence in his fist. The day was coming when the ordinary demons of adolescence would wrestle with his private devils, and it could be a hell.

Was she telling you to stay away from me? I asked. He paused, then said, Yeah. He squeezed my hand out of Aunt Lauren's sight. It's okay. We're good. Chloe and Derek

About Daniel: Two, he hates Clay * Five, he really hates Clay. * Nine, he really, really, REALLY hates Clay.

Oh my God. You're a witch-hunter. I'm a witch. Hate to break it to you Daniel, but if you're a witch-hunter? You're doing it wrong. He gave me a sidelong smile. Maybe it's not that kind of hunting. Then you're definitely doing it wrong.

Jeremy had a plan for getting Clay back and I wasn't allowed to know anything about it or allowed to help him carry it out. As one might expect, I accepted this news with grace and understanding. That is the stupidest idea I've ever heard! I snarled for the dozenth time that hour. I won't just sit here and do nothing.

Hunting humans for sport? Eating them? the bitterness in his voice cut through me. Yeah, I caught that part. That doesn't have anything to do with you? He lifted his eyes, gaze shuttered. No? Not unless being a werewolf transforms you into a wolf AND a redneck moron.

You wanna fight? I asked. He looked up at me and, for just a second, hesitated, then said, Yeah. I do. Well, I'll save you the trouble. You win.

He looked like a Yanni fan at an Iron Maiden Concert.

He lifted his brows. If I really thought it was the absolute best thing for our kids, you'd have had a battle on your hands. That was just a debate. With chair-throwing. Heated debate. Fights involve chair-breaking. Chair-throwing is just getting your attention.

Never go easy on allies if you ahve to take them down. Especially allies. You're already fighting the urge not to hurt them. Counteract that and hit them with everything you've got.

But was it wrong to put yourself first? That's called survival, right? If you're running for your life, you don't get the luxury of being nice. They were going to learn that. It's fine to wave the pompoms for teamwork—all for one and one for all—but when push came to shove, these guys wouldn't be risking their lives for Chloe, maybe not even for each other. I was sure of it. Once things got worse, it would be every kid for himself. It always is.