Quotes About Conflict

revolution was just a short step away from counterrevolution.

My conscience was pricked by the happiness of being loved. Or perhaps I was craving some still more decisive unhappiness.

Sá»± ph?n tr?c c?a nàng cÅ©ng gi?ng nhÆ° sá»± ph?n tr?c c?a các vì sao và nh?ng chòm tùng bách nh?n ho?t.

And at the time it had not been the flames against which they fought, but against human relationships, against loves and hatreds, against reason, against property. At the time, like the crew of a wrecked ship, they had found themselves in a situation where it was permissible to kill one person in order that another might live.

I was one of those savage marauders who, not knowing how to express their love, mistakenly kill the person they love.

Zašto mi je oprostila? Je li mogla postojati ve?a uvreda od takve velikodušnosti? Ah, možda bi, govorio sam si, moja bol mogla zacijeliti kad bi me ona barem još jednom jasno uvrijedila.

And the trap into which the deformed person finally falls does not lie in his resolving the state of antagonism between himself and the world, but instead takes the form of his completely approving of this antagonism. That's why a deformed person can never really be cured.

Los japoneses a diferencia de los americanos, no sufren conflictos interiores por causa de una severa conciencia puritana, pero sí muestran sus neurosis provocadas por el particular sistema de vida en las ciudades.

Answer this for me. In order to protect something, your loved ones end up shedding blood. Is it worth it? Is it really the right thing to do? Is it necessary? Please. Answer me. (Sarasa)

She lives between the Vale of Kashmir & nirvana, beneath a bipolar sky. The voice speaks of an atlas & a mask, a map of Punjab, an ugly scar from college days on her abdomen, the unsaid credo, but I still can't make the voice say, Look, I'm sorry. I've been dead for a long time.

Whoever said men hit harder when women are around, is right. Word for word, we beat the love out of each other.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreams fire has singed the edges of, they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with. Shimmering fans work against the heat & smell of gunpowder, making money float from hand to hand. The next moment a rocket pushes a white fist through night sky, & they scatter like birds & fall into the shape their lives have become.

All women's dresses, in every age and country, are merely variations on the eternal struggle between the admitted desire to dress and the unadmitted desire to undress.

Terrorists are like a fly that tries to destroy a china shop. The fly is so weak that it cannot budge even a single teacup. So it finds a bull, gets inside its ear and starts buzzing. The bull goes wild with fear and anger, and destroys the china shop. (p.21)

Christians slaughtered Christians by the millions to defend slightly different interpretations of the religion of love and compassion.

They were too familiar to ignore, but too different to tolerate.

More Christians were killed by fellow Christians in those twenty-four hours than by the polytheistic Roman Empire throughout its entire existence.

For real peace is not the mere absence of war. Real peace is the implausibility of war. There has never been real peace in the world.

War is obsolete You are more likely to commit suicide than be killed in conflict Famine is disappearing You are at more risk of obesity than starvation Death is just a technical problem Equality is out – but immortality is in What does our future hold?

However, over the last few decades the life sciences have reached the conclusion that this liberal story is pure mythology. The single authentic self is as real as the eternal soul, Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. If I look really deep within myself, the seeming unity that I take for granted dissolves into a cacophony of conflicting voices, none of which is 'my true self'. Humans aren't individuals. They are 'dividuals'.

Had the Neanderthals survived, would we still imagine ourselves to be a creature apart? Perhaps this is exactly why our ancestors wiped out the Neanderthals. They were too familiar to ignore, but too different to tolerate.

Previous generations thought about peace as the temporary absence of war. Today we think about peace as the implausibility of war.

Of all human collective activities, the one most difficult to organise is violence.

si sumamos todas las víctimas de todas estas persecuciones, resulta que en esos tres siglos los politeístas romanos mataron a no más que unos pocos miles de cristianos.1 Por el contrario, a lo largo de los siguientes 1.500 años, los cristianos masacraron a millones de correligionarios para defender interpretaciones ligeramente distintas de la religión del amor y la compasión.