Quotes About Conflict

Oh sweetie, he says. He is using his inside voice, his most inside voice. The distance between that voice and the fight voice measures your whole world.

Az alámerülés az éj rohadt rubinjába a szabadság és a rossz logika versengésévé változott.

It is easier to tell a story of how people wound one another than of what binds them together.

the wall, over by the door, where Liam threw a knife

I hate it when people insist on wrangling with you about something, then try to stop as soon as they see the arguments are no longer going all their way.

I'll tell you one thing I learned from studying History, Kitty. As soon as you see your opponents are reduced to insulting you personally, you know you're on the way to victory.

Mrs. Van Daan's grizzling is absolutely unbearable; now she can't any longer drive us crazy over the invasion, she nags us the whole day long about the bad weather. It really would be nice to dump her in a bucket of cold water and put her up in the loft.

was killed because he was an ethnic Tatar. Interethnic abuse is common in the military

Irina harbors a resentment, almost an outright hatred of the West. She is a proud Russian

Sometimes doing the right thing wounds others — and also wounds the wounder.

The cycle of pain stopped when she chose to pray rather than retaliate.

While many good friends stood by us and stood up for us, we knew that we had obviously become a problem for the majority. So taking great care not to split the church by forcing people to take sides, we quietly left.

Put the brakes on any runaway mental conversations you may be having with those who have wounded you.

Wounding smashes relationships. We can never return to the way we were before the wounding took place, which in itself adds a dimension to our grief that is very deep. Yet it is possible for severed relationships to be reconciled.

Would the contagious cycle of pain in your life, or that of your family or church, be stopped if you would be the first to reach out, to give in, to say you are sorry, or at the very least open up a conversation on the source of the wounds?

Heroic origin stories and polemical counterstories may give us momentary emotional satisfaction by inviting us to despise cartoonish renderings of our perceived rivals and enemies. The price we all pay, though, is tunnel vision, mutual recrimination, and stalemate. For the sake not just of the science but of all the suffering people whom the science should be serving, it is time for us all to learn and to tell better, more honest stories.

We assume that we've come so far as compassionate citizens of the world if we do choose to read the news, yet the attitude towards life can be one where we put blinders on and forget that there are civil wars going on. It's easy to forget that there are so many people starving to death every single day.

Johannes had once said that violence and cruelty were just a stupid person's way of making himself felt, because it was easer to use your hands to strike a blow than to use your brain to find a logical and just solution to the problem.

Violence and cruelty were just a stupid person's way of making himself felt, because it was easier to use your hands to strike a blow then to use your brain to find a logical and just solution to a problem.

Violence and cruelty were just a stupid person's way of making himself felt, because it was easier to use your hands to strike a blow than use your brain to find a logical and just solution to a problem.

The strange boy looked astonished. "Why don't you fight then?" He asked crossly. "Because if I hit you back, I'd be no better than you are. I'd be just as rotten and worthless and I'd have no right to be free!

Forgiveness means it finally becomes unimportant that you hit back. You're done. It doesn't necessarily mean that you want to have lunch with the person. If you keep hitting back, you stay trapped in the nightmare...

She had a capacity for tact, but she was also extremely honest, and if tact and honesty conflicted on any important matter, the honesty won.

And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.