Quotes About Conflict

Woe betide whomsoever I met on my path!

I am Roland of Gilead. And you . . . you are nothing.

I feared my own kind more than anything the natural world could ever threaten me with.

in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

It was hard to reconcile the drumbeats and lifted voices in the night with my memories of flames and the screams of dying men. How could humanity range so effortlessly from the sublime to the savage and back again?

Have you ever suddenly realized that there was someone you loved, but presently did not like very much?

It was a terrible division, to feel such need for someone, and yet angry that need existed.

Does anything feel worse than being angry with people you love?" "P. 307: Fitz to Chade

Sometimes it is easier to pull a knife out of a man than to ask him to forget words you have uttered.

Isn't it strange how wise counsel can cool the hottest head? He made sense but my heart screamed protest.

It is difficult to insult the man you don't speak to.

I don't think they're coming. Why must I stand here in the wind and rain?' 'Because it pleases me', Kennit snapped at him. Wintrow thought to intervene. 'You can have my cloak, if you like'. he offered. The Satrap scowled. 'It's dripping wet. What good would that do me?' 'You could be wetter', Kennit snarled.

A veces resulta más fácil desclavar un cuchillo de un hombre que pedirle que perdone tus palabras. Aunque esas palabras hayan nacido de la rabia.

Bastard," she spat at him, and she thought he had moved closer. She swung at him, and then suddenly he was where he had been standing all along, the coward.

But when the enemy is finally driven far from your shore, and your houses are restored and your fields begin to yield and your flocks to increase, why, then it becomes time to find fault with your neighbors again.

The problem is not that we forget the past. It is that we recall it too well. Children recall wrongs that enemies did to their grandfathers, and blame the granddaughters of the old enemies.

What I said to you earlier, I was angry, I was..." "Right on target." The sound he made might have been a laugh, if not so freighted with bitterness. "Only in the way that people who know one another best know how to hurt one another best," I pleaded.

when all the things in my life seem to collide and contradict each other, I pick one set of facts and believe those, no matter what." I lifted my eyes and met his as I asked him, "Do you blame me?

You should have asked me! You should have asked me!" I hated the tears that suddenly flooded my eyes and how my throat closed and choked me. I didn't want to be sad. I wanted to be angry. Angry hurt less." p. 501 Bee to Fitz

War later is almost always better than war now.

There was no hope in conversing with her when she was hungry. No matter what they discussed, it was always his fault.

Much as we resent that, it was natural that once they had achieved a military technology that was superior to our own, they would take what they wished from us.

Lies breed distrust, and distrust brings conflict.

When he laces his fingers through mine, my heart does its now familiar panicked flight, bumping painfully against my ribs. My shoulder twitches as if to pull my hand back, but my heart overrules it.