Quotes About Conflict

A razão é a primeira vítima das emoções fortes.

When religion and politics travel in the same cart, the riders believe nothing can stand in their way. Their movement becomes headlong—faster and faster and faster. They put aside all thoughts of obstacles and forget that a precipice does not show itself to the man in a blind rush until it's too late.

who hate the Harkonnens so much they'll burn a chair in which a Harkonnen has sat, salt the ground over which a Harkonnen has walked.

A forty-meter section of the hutment had been blasted away there and the selamlik's doors opened now onto drifting sand. A dust cloud hung low over the outside world blowing from pastel distances. Static lightning crackled from the cloud and the spark flashes of shields being shorted out by the storm's charge could be seen through the haze. The plain surged with figures in combat—Sardaukar and leaping gyrating robed men who seemed to come down out of the storm.

I talk accumulated observations which tell me that the peaceful posture is the posture of the defeated. It is the posture of the victim. Victims invite aggression.

It's easy to be terrified by an enemy you admire.

Cuando religión y política viajan en el mismo carro, los viajeros piensan que nada podrá detenerles en su camino... Su movimiento es acelerado… rápido y más rápido. Dejan a un lado todos los obstáculos, y no piensan que un precipicio se descubre siempre demasiado tarde.

Peace has only one meaning in this Imperium. It's the maintenance of a single way of life.

A certain amount of killing has always been an arm of business

Only those who recognize the value of war and exercise it have any degree of self-determination.

Violence builds more violence and the pendulum swings until the violent ones are shattered.

The whole theory of warfare is calculated risk," the Duke said, "but when it comes to risking your own family, the element of calculation gets submerged in…other things.

Blast and damn that Duncan Idaho!

The whole theory of warfare is calculated risk

Cuántas veces el hombre encolerizado niega con rabia lo que le dicta su conciencia!

The boys from Staten Island would fill more body bags than Stuyvesant could ever imagine. Mechanics and plumbers had to fight while college students shook indignant fists, fornicated in the fields of Woodstock and sat in.

think I am? Smothered in fancy furs? The food churned in my stomach. I gagged. I ran to her backyard and threw it all up. Out she came. Look at what he did. Thrun up his First Communion breakfast. Thrun up the body and blood of Jesus. I have God in me backyard. What am I goin' to do? I'll take him to the Jesuits for they know the sins of the Pope himself.

If you ever say anything good about Oliver Cromwell they'll all hit you.

I take his weapons away from him. Both of them.

I can tell you squat about Islamism. But I know a lot about Al-Qaeda and they need to burn in hell.

Oh, look out, Miss Baker. Those two dogs hate each other just like humans. You best look out. They'll fight sure." Miss Baker sought safety in a nearby vestibule, whence she peered forth at the scene, very interested and curious.

Music without the ebb and flow would be like watching a film with only good guys in it.

Arkan had threatened to shoot a rival striker's kneecap if he scored against Obilic.

It seems to be a fact that man, tortured by his demons, avenges himself blindly on his fellow-man.