Quotes About Conflict

Why hasn't Marie shot you yet?" "Because I'm not in denial about what my cock wants," Horse replied. "I piss her off, I get no pussy. Watch and learn.

Burke laughed, but there wasn't any humor in his voice. "Romeo and Juliet died, son. Consider that all the answer you need.

Are you ever going to forgive me?" he asked softly, catching my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Sometimes it feels like you hate me out of habit … Why does it always have to be a fight, Mel?

Sophie seemed to understand sisterhood. Sometimes sisters need to shut their mouths and drop it. This was definitely one of those times.

I tried to shoot him. In exchange he'd given me two orgasms, so I guess in some ways that counted as a win?

Angry Ruger? Fine. Horny Ruger? I'd gotten used to that, too. But Ruger as a gentle lover? I didn't have room for that in my head, not if I wanted to survive and move forward with my life.

This bitch and her gorgeous rack had been making my life a living hell for the past six months, because she was the last think I needed in my life and I'd never wanted to fuck anyone more… And that was a problem.

Ruger's eyes darkened. "You want this as much as I do," he said, voice soft. "It's not goin' away. We're just going to burn up higher and higher until one of us explodes and we get hurt. Let's end it now. I need inside you, Sophie.

I wanted him. Wanted him in ways that just weren't right, because nobody should fantasize about fucking their mortal enemy.

I'm totally down with angry hate sex – especially since it's usually followed by hot makeup sex – but this is our first time. It should be sweet. Happy. It should be so fucking beautiful that unicorns dance on the ceiling and my dick shoots rainbows instead of come. We can fight later.

It'd be a shame to fire her, but I'd do it if she couldn't show some respect once I was her boss. Still, I'd rather have her working under me. Or just under me in general. I swallowed… Yeah, this was gonna get complicated.

Grave Senators should never let Their angry passions rise, Their little hands were never made To scratch each other's eyes.52

Pledged to fight the Slave Power, Republican congressmen stayed true to that pledge. Face-to-face with slaveholders, they propounded their cause with strong words, bold actions, and—when pushed to extremes—the force of their fists, knives, and guns, and were applauded by Northerners for doing so. Like French, they were prepared to fight for Northern rights if necessary—even to the point of disunion

Here as elsewhere, the attackers were favored above the attacked. They were not so far from the world after all.

Later, Wendy would tell people on the ship that they had battled pirates. But she would never say that Tiger Lily had betrayed them, or that she had rescued them either. Because that would have meant asking a question she couldn't comprehend asking: why the native girl might have wanted her dead. It didn't fit her ideas of who was bad, and who was good, and what was a happy ending, and what wasn't.

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

Sometimes Peter and Tiger Lily fought. A fight between them looked like this: Peter, head swirling with anger, waving his arms around and expressing five thoughts at once about why she was wrong and he was right; Tiger Lily, curling up inside like a rock, stone-faced, listening but at the same time refusing to hear. She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments.

I'm nothing to you, am I?' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply that he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken

She hated his need to always win and he hated her coldness during their arguments. They fought about the exact color of the sky and which path they should take on a hunt. They disagreed passionately about whose fish was the best tasting. They could work up extreme hatred for each other at a moment's notice.

Their gods were back. Tiger Lily had Called them. And the Englanders were doomed.

I am nothing to you, am I?' Peter said once in a particularly intense arguement about where to find wild turnips. To these kinds of accusations, Tiger Lily would reply thay he was trying to make her into his little chicken, and that she would never be anyone's 'little obedient chicken

Those with the least always lose the most in war.

That was the difference between a hero and a villain, a soldier and a murderer, a victory and a crime. Which side of a river you called home.

The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.