Quotes About Conflict

I feel high and excited, like I just ran into a burning building and saved lives, like I'm some sort of hero. But then a voice in me says, You're no hero. You're a coward. You only saved them from yourself. *

Del's face was ravaged. "Tiger, please—" I shook my head. "You told me once I loved you. Maybe so. Maybe I do. But right now, with all of this, I find it very hard even to like you." Del, too shocked, said nothing. I turned the stud loose and rode.

Syvia," says Papa, "it is the Russians." Liberation

Packard rolled his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "I ast you not to start a riot with my boys and now I hear you kicked one of my stagehands in the nuts. You got anything to say about that?" Daisy said, "Never happened.

Teenagers who experience moderate conflict with their parents tend to be the best adjusted, more even-keeled than those who have little conflict with their parents, or, obviously, a lot.

I have never killed anyone - I realize that's not a statement most people ever have to make out loud but sometimes as a pilot you just do - but I would say the closest I got to it was just there and then specifically. I screamed back of course - I didn't know screams were contagious, but they are.

Here, though, in front of my eyes was a churn; an unhappy maelstrom of three elements - air, earth and water - all at war with one another, wrestling for territory, demanding and striking one another. You could not see where the ground began, or see if the rain was coming from up, down, left or right. There were no glimpses of the moon or stars through the fast-moving clouds. Only the regular forks of lightning zapping through showed any direction in the madness.

The men made war, he thought, not for the first time. The women suffered, and fought for the peace.

I want to go to the party!' 'I said no.' 'I've been totally good.' 'You shot me with an arrow.

Have the people living here under untroubled circumstances and at so great a distance from the wars of others been afflicted with a poverty of experience, a sort of emotional anemia? Must living in peace - so fervently wished for throughout human history and yet enjoyed in only a few parts of the world - inevitably result in refusing to share it with those seeking refuge, defending it instead so aggressively that it almost looks like war?

I love Jere more than anybody. He's my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too." His voice broke. "Don't marry him. Don't be with him. Be with me.

I hated to leave her and I hated to be near her, because she made me remember what I wanted most to forget.

A fight is like a fire. You think you have it under control, you think you can stop it whenever you want, but before you know it, it's living, breathing thing and there's no controlling it and you were a fool to think you could.

I spun away from him. I didn't need his pity. I started walking in the opposite direction of the house. I didn't know where I was going, I just wanted to get away from him. He called out, "I still love you." I froze. And then slowly, I turned around to look at him. "Don't say that

Wait!" he yelled. I didn't turn around, I walked faster. Then I heard him slam his fist on the hood of his car. I almost stopped. Maybe I would have if he'd followed me. But he didn't. He got in his car and he left, just like he said he would.

I would rather have had someone shoot me in the head with a nail gun, repeatedly, than have to watch the two of them cuddling on the couch together all night. --Conrad

There is a specific kind of fight you can only have with your sister. It's the kind where you say things you can't take back. You say them because you can't help but say them, because you're so angry it's coming up your throat and out your eyes; you're so angry you can't see straight. All you see is blood.

I went over and over everything that had ever happened between us. I couldn't keep doing it, going back and fourth, holding her close and then pushing her away. It wasn't right

When she leaned forward to mess with the AC vents, her hair brushed against my leg and it was really soft. It made remember all over again. It made it hard to stay pissed and keep her at arm's length the way I'd planned. It was pretty near damn impossible. When I was near her, I just wanted to grab her and hold her and kiss the shit out of her. Maybe then she'd forget about my asshole of a brother.

Fighting isn't a good sign, Lara Jean. It means you still care.

Sisters are supposed to fight and make up, because they are sisters and sisters always find their way back to each other. But the thing that scares me is that maybe we won't.

people who don't face their problems head-on are the worst kind of cowards.

Screw you! You're a crappy best friend!!!

Reeve shakes his head and exhales loudly. "That's not what I'm saying and you know it!" He looks away. "Can you just . . . can you go get dressed and come with me and we'll talk about it later? My mom's expecting you.