Quotes About Conflict

I think you should defend to the death their right to march, and then go down and meet them with baseball bats.

Basically my wife was immature. I'd be at home in the bath and she would come in and sink my boats.

He wanted to open the door and rush downstairs and smash their laughter down their throats. His hand went up and found the cord that switched on the light, and he took a few steps toward the door. Then it occurred to him that they weren't worth it.

Todd paused and stared into Terrence's eyes. there was no understanding there, just a white-hot rage and fear. he was looking at Todd the way you would look at a kid on ritalin who'd just taken a loaded shotgun down from the mantel.

The problem is that we're afraid, and that's the reason we fight each other. We keep making it about other countries or religions, and it's not. Why can't we sit down and talk about what we're afraid of? We're afraid to tell the truth.

Feminism was recognized by the average man as a conflict in which it was impossible for a man, as a chivalrous gentleman, as a respecter of the rights of little nations (like little Belgium), as a highly evolved citizen of a highly civilized community, to refuse the claim of this better half to self-determination.

You should never be nonviolent unless you run into some nonviolence. I'm nonviolent with those who are nonviolent with me. But when you drop that violence on me, then you've made me go insane, and I'm not responsible for what I do.

My memories are of the friction between my father and mother. They seemed to be nearly always at odds. Sometimes my father would beat her. It might have had something to do with the fact that my mother had a pretty good education. Where she got it I don't know. But an educated woman, I suppose, can't resist the temptation to correct an uneducated man.

Many of us want to be nonviolent and we talk very loudly, you know, about being nonviolent. Here in Harlem, where there are probably more black people concentrated than any place in the world, some talk that nonviolent talk too. But we find that they aren't nonviolent with each other. You can go out to Harlem Hospital, where there are more black patients than any hospital in the world, and see them going in there all cut up and shot up and busted up where they got violent with each other.

Any time Uncle Sam, with all his machinery for warfare, is held to a draw by some rice eaters, he's lost the battle.

Be nonviolent only with those who are nonviolent to you. And when you can bring me a nonviolent racist, bring me a nonviolent segregationist, then I'll get nonviolent. But don't teach me to be nonviolent until you teach some of those crackers to be nonviolent.

Winning the peace is harder than winning the war.

Tragedy when ridiculed by comedy does not condescend a reply.

Beginning in 1968, China also sent 110,000 troops to Laos to fight the war.

Chinese and Russian support prolonged the war, making it impossible for the United States to win.

Chinese intervention and assistance secured Ho's regime in the North from the US Rolling Thunder air campaign and enabled Ho to send more NVA regulars to the South.

Thus, anybody who follows this nature and gives way its states will be led into quarrels and conflicts, and go against the conventions and rules of society, and will end up a criminal.

Her arms and legs were incapable of working in unison toward a single goal, they couldn't all follow the same directions at once. Sasha pressed Sonia's arms and legs together and called her name a few times, as though the name could bring harmony to her limbs.

Jika lawanmu tidak ingin pedangnya diambil, jangan berkeras mengambilnya.

Death, however, does itch. It itches all the time. It is always with us, scratching at some inner door. Mirroring, softly, barely audibly, just under the membrane of consciousness. Hidden in disguise, leaking out in a variety of symptoms. It is the wellspring of many of our worries, stresses, and conflicts.

The Afghan sky, under which the most beautiful idylls on earth were woven, grew suddenly dark with armored predators; its azure limpidity was streaked with powder trails, and the terrified swallows dispersed under a barrage of missiles. War had arrived. In fact, it had just found itself a homeland...

La guerre.. le succube de la mort, la concubine féconde du malheur.

Cuando dos intelectuales argelinos se entienden entre sí… —… siempre es en detrimento de un tercero —remata Sido cerrando la puerta al salir.

Tous les drames sont possibles lorsqu'un amour-propre est bafoué