Quotes About Conflict

When he first told me, I'd been convinced I'd be the one that would die; now I wasn't so sure, maybe I would win. Maybe I could call Donna and the kids and tell them . . . Tell them what? That their family was destroyed because Edward and I had had the ultimate guy moment and I was the better man?

I dropped the blood-coated chair leg and collapsed to my knees. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I was splattered with blood. I'd never beaten someone to death before. It had felt good.

So, if someone else is Death, who are you, Plague or Hunger?" "I'm War," I said. That made him frown harder and then he laughed. "You're too small to be War, Blake." "Even a little war is a very bad thing," I said, and smiled.

I can always find someone to go out with, and then you can take off with Luigi--" "Shh!" Kendra hisses. "Don't ever say his name!" "Sorry!" Paige is contrite. "He says Catia would go mad if she knew," Kendra whispers. Squashed beside me, I feel Kelly's head nodding in vigorous agreement at this.

Amy wondered if Bonaparte could declare war on Miss Gwen alone without breaking his peace with England

There's nothing like competing for your boyfriend's attention with an emotionally needy sibling to make you feel like the worst sort of evil psycho-bitch.

Love. Such a mild term for such a destructive force.

men of their generation, quick to see a slight, quick to draw their swords. But a dawn affair of honor was

Relations with the Patagonian giants deteriorated when a European scouting party unearthed a cache of Indian weapons.

Enraged, the other crew members

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condenada suerte, se dijo mordiéndose el labio inferior mientras cerraba la puerta tras de, sí,——la de un hombre que ha ideado una de las mejores cadenas de razonamiento del mundo—y tiene al mismo tiempo una mujer con una cabeza tan dura que es imposible hacer entrar en ella una sola inferencia, aunque la salvación o destrucción de su propia alma esté en juego!

in response to a jealous comment made by Amber] PJ's mouth snarls open. If you aren't going to play nice, my thorny little bush, I think you should return to the dirty playground that you crawled from.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.

I wish I had cancer. I will burn in hell for that, but it's true.

Killing people is easier than it should be." Dad put on his beret. "Staying alive is harder.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners.

I don't say anything and I feel awful. I tell somebody and I feel worse. I'm having trouble finding a middle ground.

The good soldier swears to kill. Fire the cannon, mount the barricade, lock and load. Smell your brother's blood on your shirt. Wipe your sister's brains off your face. Die, if you have to, so they'll live. Kill to keep your people alive, live to kill some more.

I'm not wearing this! I shouted. Wear it or die, Mom shouted back.

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain

What if a king made bad laws; laws so unnatural that a country broke them by declaring its freedom?" He threw his arms in the air. "Now you are spouting nonsense. Two slaves running away from their rightful master is not the same as America wanting to be free of England. Not the same at all." "How is it then that the British offer freedom to escaped slaves, but the Patriots don't?

I dare you to punch me, I said. You? Dare me? He was laughing too hard to say anything else. I shove him. I double-dare you. If you don't have the guts to do it, you're a weenie. I shove again, harder. If you do, you're an even bigger weenie because it's harder to take a punch than to give one.

If I weren't so tired, I'd shove trust and issue down the garbage disposal and let it run all day.