Quotes About Conflict

Kathryn nodded. "She was mean to Chingy." "That goddamn rat shit on her Oriental rug." "It was an ugly rug.

You're the muscle I cut from the bone and still the bone remembers, still it wants (so much, it wants) the flesh back, the real thing, if only to rail against it, if only to argue and fight, if only to miss a solve-able absence.

I don't know how to hold this truth, so I kill it, pin its terrible wings down in case, later, no one believes me.

I loved them: my own bright dead things. I'm thirty-five and remember all that I've done wrong. Yesterday I was nice, but in truth I resented the contentment of the field. Why must we practice this surrender? What I mean is: there are days I still want to kill the carrots because I can.

Desolation, destruction, annihilation was the order of the day between two peoples who should have been living in harmony under the same ruler.

They fought man to man with their swords, even their sword grips; they thrust, stabbed, hacked, striking at limbs and bodies with axes, clubs, spears, and poles. The shadow of death descended on many eyes; its darkness overtook many who would never again see father, mother, sisters and neighbors, while others sank down in the hurly-burly with shattered limbs or other severe wounds.

Updike quashed the voice of his conscience, while at the same time clinging to a "me-first Salvationism.

A]s military history reveals, a bad plan is often better than no plan, especially if the people on the other side think it's a good plan.

They were often seen as terrorists as they enjoyed making Romans their victims.

more like pleas from nuns about to be shown the facts of life by Bonaparte's grenadiers, than a sailor's concern for his ship.

he'd use both hands to try to pry my thumb

And yet the world we live in—its divisions and conflicts, its widening gap between rich and poor, its seemingly inexplicable outbursts of violence—is shaped far less by what we celebrate and mythologize than by the painful events we try to forget. Leopold's Congo is but one of those silences of history.

Unlike, say, witch-burning, slavery, and apartheid, which were once taken for granted and are now officially outlawed, war is still with us.

Do you feel for the man hungry enough to steal?" Commander Ga asked as they drove by. "Or for the men who must hunt him down?" "Isn't it the bird who suffers?" Sun Moon asked.

Stories are factual...If a man and his story are in conflict it is the man who must change.....In America it is the man who matters not the story.

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For us, the story is more important than the person. If a man and his story are in conflict, it is the man who must change.

Our plastic muskets, though powderless, will frontload, and our coup will not be bloodless, nor will the blood be lambly. It will stain the lion's den whose bars though invisible are verily there as well roll along, doo-da doo-da and a thousand lonely dirges.

Without pain, there is no call for anger, much less rampaging.

The customer isn't always right. Employees have rights, too.

I think you can be an enemy of Saddam Hussein even if Donald Rumsfeld is also an enemy of Saddam Hussein.

Good boozers make good bruisers.

the first objects to be designed with the sole purpose of killing another person.

in 1944 the Germans executed brutal, slaughtering attacks on the people of mountain Crete.