Quotes About Conflict

A conscience is what hurts when all your other parts feel so good.

There is no equal between good and evil.

Tourists are terrorists with cameras. Terrorists are tourists with guns.

How can the spirit of the earth like the white man?... Everywhere the white man has touched it, it is sore.

When elephants fight it is the grass that suffers.

e seres humanos que inventam flautas, escrevem poesia, acreditam eu Deus, conquistam o Planeta e o espaço em seu redor, combatem doenças para atenuar o sofrimento, mas também não hesitam em destruir outros seres humanos para seu ganho pessoal, inventam a internet, descobrem maneiras de a transformar num instrumento de progresso e de catástrofe e, ainda por cima, se interrogam sobre as bactérias, formigas, abelhas - e si próprios.

I see what is right and approve, but I do what is wrong.

Next time you pull a knife on me," Inga growled, "this is vhat I do to you." She hammered a scruffy bush with the violent and athletic kick of a Chinaman in a kung fu movie. "Extreme Unction!" the bush howled. "Call de priest! Me need Extreme Unction!" "Inga!" Aloysius cried. "De bush no trouble you! Him is a Catholic bush!

What amazes me is how many people are happy for Saddam to stay. They ask why we don't get rid of Mugabe, why not the Burmese lot. Yes, let's get rid of them all. I don't because I can't, but when you can you should.

Have you ever attempted to organize something like peace? The moment you do, you have power conflicts and group wars within the organization. The only way to have peace is to let it grow wild.

Thus, any change you achieve is inevitably accompanied by inner conflict.

How happy we would be if terrorists would adore their ideology less and question more. However, we don't like to apply that to ourselves; we think we're all right and the terrorists are wrong. But a terrorist to you is a martyr to the other side.

cosa. La sinfonía de la vida prosigue, pero tú no dejas de mirar atrás, de aferrarte a unos cuantos compases de la sinfonía, de cerrar tus oídos al resto de la música, produciendo con ello una disarmonía y un conflicto entre lo que la vida te ofrece y aquello a lo que tú te aferras. Y vienen a continuación la tensión y la ansiedad, que constituyen la muerte misma del amor y de la gozosa libertad que el amor conlleva.

Cómo liberarse de un apego? Muchos suelen intentarlo por medio de la renuncia. Pero renunciar a unos cuantos compases de la sinfonía, hacerlos desaparecer de la conciencia, origina precisamente la misma clase de violencia, conflicto e insensibilidad que el aferrarse a ellos. Lo único que se consigue, una vez más, es endurecerse.

War is a bazaar where lives are traded like any other commodity: chocolate or bullets or parachute silk.

And as he looked, turning the leaf over and back, Aethon saw that the cities on both sides of the page, the dark ones and the bright ones, were one and the same, that there is no peace without war, no life without death, and he was afraid.

Time: the most violent war engine of all.

How do men convince themselves that others must die so they might live?

Every part of him wants to scream: is this not wrong? But here it is right.

Knock him on the head with the umbrella stand? Jab him with the paring knife? Scream. Die. Papa.

Artillery has stopped for the moment, and the predawn fires inside the walls take on a steady middle life, an adulthood.

Especially during wartime, such things remain important. They are what separate the civilized man from the barbarian.

one with a rifle and the other wearing headphones.

But he didn't have language for what he really wanted to say; he couldn't explain how her wildness that day, on the road, had thrilled him as much as it terrified him.