Quotes About Conflict

If you were closer, I'd slap you, she said. Let me help, I replied, and stepped closer. She promptly slapped me, which surprised me only a little. We glared at each other in the near dark, and then she looked away. I'm sorry I slapped you, she said. That's all right. I quite enjoyed it.

I raised my hands, trying to shush her. Don't shush me, she said, eyes blazing. I hate being shushed.

I wouldn't care to shoot my own townsmen over a difference of opinion about politics. Keep 'em yourself if you think you need 'em; but I suggest you'll be better off to put 'em away where you can't get at 'em. The trouble with a pistol is that if you show it, you've got to use it, and once you use it you've committed yourself.

Brother, Cap said, he's a Pig-nut! Pig-nut? I asked. Pig-nut, Cap repeated. You can tell a man with brains he's wrong and he'll try to fix things up: but you take and tell a pig-nut he's wrong, and he'll spend the rest of his life trying to have something heavy fall on you when you ain't looking. - From Kennebunk born Pulitzer Prize winner Kenneth Roberts' 1933 novel Rabble in Arms.

I'll never use force to try to make my enemies think the way I think, George - partly because I don't believe in it, and partly because it's useless. You can't destroy ideas by force, and you can't hide 'em by silence.

Anything, I eventually learned, is preferable to war; but that knowledge is something every man must learn for himself—usually at considerable expense.

War's always the same! Children starve, women suffer, men lose their fortunes or turn into beasts!

Nobody has any rights unless they've got a machine gun.

with the Piedmont PD. He didn't talk about the war much, but he'd been in some shit, Hanson could tell. "Hanson, you got some kind of death wish. You're

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings. Except I still say that this isn't true of you and me. Not right now, not today.

Addie Moore had a grandson named Jamie who was just turning six. In the early summer the trouble between his parents got worse. There were bad arguments in the kitchen and bedroom, accusations and recriminations, her tears and his shouts. They finally separated on a trial basis and she went off to California to stay with a friend, leaving Jamie with his father. He called Addie and told her what happened, that his wife had quit her job as a hairdresser and had gone out to the West Coast.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

Who does ever get what they want? It doesn't seem to happen to many of us if any at all. It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

It's always two people bumping against each other blindly, acting out of old ideas and dreams and mistaken understandings.

In the house Dad said, Go see about her, will you? She won't talk to me now. Lorraine went out to the porch. Can I sit with you, Mom? No, I don't want any company. I don't want to speak to you or anybody else right now.

There was only one way this was going to end, and that was with one of us dead.

We are at war, and in time of war there is only one rule. Form your battalion and fight.

Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled. "I've got a nice, big one you can borrow," Gregori suggested.

Phineas leaped to his feet, giving Vanda a appalled look. Vanda! Why'd you do it? What? Vanda stood. Phineas slapped a hand against his brow. you can't attack these people jut because you hate Naruto!

Frowning, Garrett ran a hand through his hair. "How can you stay the head of the Stake-Out team? Isn't that a conflict of interest?" "You expect me to stake myself?" Sean growled.

She was a freaking princess. And he was a poor Vamp from the Bronx. If he laid a finger on her, she'd probably bite it off. Hell, she'd chew all ten of his digits down to mere stubs, and then her father would sic a pack of werewolves on him to rip apart the rest of this body.

Sir!" Laszlo's voice rose an octave. He twirled a button with his fingers. "There isn't enough time for—for two treatments. You must decide between your—your tooth or your…" With a grimace, he glanced at Roman's swollen jeans. My fang or my yang? The latter strained against his zipper, as if it wanted to leap out and shoot its mouth off. Pick me, pick me!

If you use these skills exactly the way we tell you to and the other person doesn't want to dialogue, you won't get to dialogue. However, if you persist over time, refusing to take offence, making your motive genuine, showing respect, and constantly searching for Mutual Purpose, then the other person will almost always join you in dialogue.

When you're attacked in a negotiation, pause and avoid angry emotional reactions. Instead, ask your counterpart a calibrated question.