Quotes About Conflict

We fight many battles, but probably the greatest battle we fight is the one with ourselves.

Words can poison, words can heal. Words start and fight wars, but words make peace. Words lead men to the pinnacles of good And words can plunge men to the depths of evil. —Marguerite Schumann

Go home, Butch. I'm not going to do anything stupid. [Vishous to Butch] Stupider, you mean. Semantics are for shit.

Juvencio Nava, tuvo que matar por eso; por ser el dueño de la Puerta de Piedra y que, siendo también su compadre, le negó el pasto para sus animales. Primero se aguantó por puro compromiso.

You know, sometimes the right thing isn't the thing you think is right. It's the wrong thing you're afraid to think of.

It is, indeed, a trial to maintain the virtue of humility when one can't help being right.

Elizabeth's entire body started to tremble as his lips began descending to hers. and she sought to forestall what her heart knew was inevitable by reasoning with him. "A gently bred Englishwoman," she shakily quoted Lucinda's lecture. "feels nothing stronger than affection. We do not fall in love." His warm lips covered hers. "I'm a Scot," he murmured huskily. "We do.

Jason, stop this," she pleaded. "You don't want to kiss me. You don't even like me more than a little when you aren't foxed" A harsh laugh escaped him. "I like you too damned much!" he whispered bitterly, then pulled her head down and captured her lips in a demaning, scalding kiss that took everything and give nothing in return.

What possessed you? Lauren demanded of Jim the next morning. He grinned. Call it an uncontrollable impulse. I call it insanity! she burst out. You can't imagine how furious he was.He called me names! I-I think he's insane. He is, Jim agreed with complacent satisfaction. He's insane about you. Mary thinks so too. Lauren rolled her eyes. You're all insane. I have to work up there with him. How am I going to do that? Jim chuckled. Very,very cautiously, he advised.

You have to marry me. I think I've just been voted off the committee on international trade-they think I'm unstable. And Tony took me off his lift. Mary says she'll quit if I don't bring you back. Ericka found your earrings, and she gave them to Jim. He said to tell you that you can't have them unless you come back for them...

Nick,please let me go. I can't. His forehead creased into a dark frown of irritated bewilderment. Whenever I see you,I can't seem to let you go. You fired me! He grinned. I just rehired you.

My name is Nick Sinclair, he said, and watched the young man's curious smile change to open animosity. I would like to see Lauren. I'm Lauren's brother, the young man retorted, and she doesn't want to see you. Her brother! Nick's momentary relief was followed by an absurd impulse to smash the younger man's face for stealing Lauren's allowances when she was a little girl. I've come to see her, Nick stated impacably, and if I have to walk over you to get to her, I will.

You are mad!" she snapped, her chest heaving. "And you are a devil!" "And you, my dear," Royce imperturbably replied, "are a bitch." With that, he turned to the horrified friar and unhesitatingly announced, "The lady and I wish to be wed.

You are the man Alexandra described in her note as an 'unspeakable cad, vile libertine,' and 'despoiler of innocents'?" "I'm all that and more," Ian replied grimly.

this two-way hatred. I don't understand it. I wonder how much of it is caused by fear?

Now that's my point about my mother. I mean, if she understands so much about me then why couldn't she understand that I had to wear loafers without socks?

I shoved back my chair and raced around the table, ready to destroy him. "Grandma . . ." Fudge cried. "Heeelp . . . !

Nothing like having a miser in the family.

She accused me of being a political lesbian, not a biological one, and when I refused to give up men she got so pissed she cut my panties into little pieces and tossed them out the window

understanding the conflict of reason and emotion within ourselves

according to the teachings of Islam, war is to be waged not against the enemy but against the aggressor. (p. 49)

He looks out on a raging battlefield and sees error everywhere, and he thinks he can find the truth by avoiding error. —Lerone Bennett, "Tea and Sympathy: Liberals and Other White Hopes," 1964

Ek umar guzar gayi ghar ke jhagdho mein Phir duniya ne bhi jeena muhaal kar diya

Jiska bachpan hi ghar ki ladaaiya dekh guzra ho Woh ab dara sehma sa rehta hain toh zamaane ko malaal kyu