Quotes About Conflict

Then she caught Eric eyeing the pile of sheets on the floor, and the thought that he might be getting some pleasure from remembering the night before sent a rush of anger through her that almost took off the top of her head. "I'm sorry about the smell in here," she said sweetly. "A skunk must have peed on those sheets. I'll have to burn them, because no way do I want them now.

She stormed into the room and stood at his bedside, her hands on her hips, her blue eyes shooting sparks. There was a silly grin on his face and he had the audacity to add insult to injury by following that with a yawn. "Deviant!" Emma hissed. "Jealous, Miss Emma?" "Hardly, Mr. Fairfax." "I think you are," he countered matter-of-factly. "You're breathing fire, and Callie's got to be the reason." Emma

I hate you, Caleb Halliday," she vowed. He kissed her lightly, and she caught the spicy female scent of her own body. "Of course you do, darling," he said, propelling her toward the Tibbets' front gate. "And what happened tonight is never going to happen again!" "Wrong," Caleb said confidently. "It's going to happen thousands of times, in thousands of different places." Before

So," he said, putting an arm around her shoulders and escorting her toward his small wooden house, "you've finally come to your senses and decided to settle down and make a real life for yourself. The major seems like a fine man to me." Lily wondered if Rupert had overlooked the fact that she and Caleb hated each other. "He's a pompous, overbearing, bullying ass," she replied. Rupert grinned. "Just what you need," he retorted. As

If I were you," she countered, "I'd get the major's weddin' ring on my finger, and his baby in my belly, and I'd forget this whole stupid idea of homesteadin'!" Insulted

Mind you don't fall in love with him, Emma. I've got Fairfax pegged for a good man, but I suspect you're right in thinking he's in some kind of trouble. I won't have you caught in the middle of somebody else's fight." Emma

Run! her mind screamed. Stay! her heart plead.

Where is the character coming from? What's motivating the character? What's the central conflict? Who's the antagonist? This is Act One development.

If you don't understand how a woman could both love her sister dearly and want to wring her neck at the same time, then you were probably an only child.

Frowning, Shiloh forced herself to look up at him. Roan deserved her courage, not her cowardice. "You wanted to kiss me." "I still do.

Theory and practice sometimes clash. And when that happens, theory loses. Every single time.

Absurdly enough, not even Central Europeans who had served in the Foreign Legion had been exempted from internment.

After all, they said, the French Fascists now in power had identical interests with the Germans. Les loups ne se mangent pas entre eux—wolf does not eat wolf. Hitler's government and Laval's government were playing into each other's hands.

În el pulsa aversiunea profund? a omului înÈ›elept È™i omenos împotriva unui lucru atât de inutil, complet stupid È™i atavic precum r?zboiul. Dintre numeroasele jocuri stupide ale oamenilor, r?zboiul i se p?rea cel mai stupid È™i mai costisitor.

The French indiscriminately interned any women who had at any time had anything to do with Central Europe.

Even French mothers of French soldiers were interned if they had been born in Germany or were wives of Germans resident in France.

We've learned that sometimes a lack of conflict in a marriage means you are not fighting for it. There are times you must battle to become one.

We do not walk away from others to punish them; we turn away so the embers of anger can cool and reason can again rule our hearts.

When swords appear, motives are revealed. Do

And a man and woman should fight. Frankly, they should have a good head-to-head battle about every six months, then make love until they break the box springs.

His job already had him lying and manipulating me. My past had me lying and manipulating him. Both of us thought we were right.

look at him. But I can't. Too many things are exploding in my head, and the memories are both simpler and more horrible

Then we did the best we could, all we could. He was the enemy, Kimberly. He took their lives. And God help both of us, but sometimes the enemy is simply that good.

I hate the raw edge to my voice, but I can't stop it. These cases shouldn't be personal to me. But they are. That's the thing I can't help, and Paul couldn't understand.