Quotes About Conflict

What's wrong? Has Francis been rude? Then you must try to overlook it. I know you wouldn't think so, but he is thoroughly upset by Tom Erskine's death; and when Francis is troubled he doesn't show it, he just goes and makes life wretched for somebody.

remove the cold war and internal conflicts multiply in countries by the week.

My-way-not-your-way is the most tension-producing, dissatisfying, time-wasting, energy-draining, relationship-breaking, activity known to man, woman or child.

I hate him for what he's done, but I still love him for the man he was.

You're always cutting your nose off to spite your face. I've never met a woman as stubborn as you. Even when it's not in your interests you'll do something to make a point.

Sometimes living with him is like being told to hold my breath as a matter of life and death - but never being told when to let that breath out. So I don't know what to do for the best. To let out that breath and suffer the consequences or to keep holding on no matter what it does to me.

Stop watching me," she'd say all the time, a little smile on her face because she was watching me too. "I can't help it," I'd reply "I'm fascinated by you, in love with you." "Well, go be fascinated and in love with the TV, I'm trying to sort things out, it's not easy with you watching.

It's not the tragedies that kill us, it's the messes.

Scratch a lover, and find a foe.

Peace is not the absence of conflict, but the ability to cope with it.

Peace has to be created, in order to be maintained. It will never be achieved by passivity and quietism.

No such snake as family criticism had ever reared its head among the Lockwoods before.

People are attracted to playing in their shadows because it is very hot, intriguing, sexy. Please don't think that we are robots doomed to reenact the dysfunctions of our childhoods over and over without release, but rather that we seek out opportunities to struggle with these conflicts so that we have a chance to make the story come out differently. If we let these desires drive us without our awareness, they may manifest in destructive ways.

Many people view almost all relationships as interactions between victims and oppressors

Later, Dean would see Atta's fighters show up carrying AK-47s, and there with them would be their sons, carrying spare magazines. Behind the sons walked even younger sons, carrying nothing. Dean understood that in this kind of fighting, the sons who carried nothing would pick up either a gun or a magazine if the fathers or brothers were killed. The look on the faces of the kids seemed to indicate to Dean that they expected to die.

Before their hurried flight from the city two weeks earlier, the Taliban had left the weapons and smeared feces on the walls and windows. Every photograph, every painting, every rosebush had been torn up, smashed, stomped, ruined. Nothing beautiful had been left behind.

I think you're a shit,' said Keith sharply. 'I think much of what you've done this season is shit and I think what you've put everyone involved with this club through is shit. How's that?

Fitchett smiled to himself. He loved this bit, when it's about to kick off. Half terror, half ecstasy. The adrenaline surging through him like an electric current. His breathing coming in short gasps and his stomach trying to push its way up through his throat. 'The Buzz' they called it. And they were right. Fitchett was buzzing, this was what it was all about for him. This blast of magic.

Billy walked up to the car and bent down to look inside. 'Major Foster, what a pleasant surprise,' he said sarcastically. 'I'm glad you've popped round; it gives me the chance to tell you to f**k off.' Foster smiled in response

She sighed audibly. 'I bet this is something to do with the bloody magazine.' 'Fanzine. It's not a magazine, it's a fa-' 'I don't

high levels of time spent engaging in media can have a negative impact on romantic relationships, specifically on levels of relational aggression.

Eisenhower started his presidency on this same note, with a plea to avoid what he called the "burden of arms. . . . Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and are not clothed.

I understood, then, where his madness had come from: He, too, had experienced the loss of the good and the victory of the evil.

She thought about her life and how lost she'd felt for most of it. She thought about the way that all truths she'd been taught to consider valuable invariably conflicted with the world as it was actually lived. How could a person be so utterly lost, yet remain living?