Quotes About Conflict

I said, If there is an explanation of the mystery, it is this: the love between women is a refuge and an escape into harmony and narcissism in place of conflict.

But what a superb game the three of us are playing. Who is the demon? Who is the liar? Who the human being? Who the cleverest? Who the strongest? Who loves the most? Are we three immense egos fighting for domination or for love, or are these things mixed?

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her.

I gave away my mystery, knowing I shouldn't, yet incapable of anything else.

Viajamos en direcciones opuestas. Observo todo esto en tono trágico.

The root of all dissention between friends is the quality of idealism contained in it.

el amor entre mujeres es un refugio y un escape hacia la armonía. En el amor entre hombre y mujer hay resistencia y conflicto, dos mujeres no se juzgan mutuamente, no se embrutecen mutuamente, no buscan nada que ridiculizar. Se rinden al sentimentalismo, a la comprensión mutua, al romanticismo. Ese amor es la muerte, lo admito.

Al final de la velada, yo era como un hombre, estaba profundamente enamorada de su rostro y de su cuerpo, que prometía tanto, y odiaba el ser que los demás habían creado en ella. Los demás sienten gracias a ella; y gracias a ella, componen poemas; gracias a ella, odian; y otros, como Henry, la aman aunque les pese.

Me siento atrapada entre la belleza de June y el genio de Henry. De manera distinta, me entrego a los dos, una parte de mí para cada uno. Pero amo a June con locura, fuera de toda razón. Henry me da vida. June me da muerte. He de escoger y no puedo. Ofrecer a Henry todos los sentimientos que he experimentado respecto a June es exactamente como entregarme a él en cuerpo y alma.

Entre pelea y pelea somos intensamente felices. Infierno y paraíso a un tiempo. Somos a la vez libres y esclavos. En ocasiones parecía que supiésemos que la única atadura que puede unirnos es el frenesí, idéntica intensidad que entre amantes y queridas.

Often he quarreled, warred, drank, with a company of ordinary friends, spent evenings with ignorant people. She could not do this. She liked the exceptional, the extraordinary.

Everybody who keeps cool is superior. But who likes the man who keeps cool? Not I. If you go on like this I will fight!

In between our quarrels we are acutely happy. Hell and heaven all at once. We are at once free and enslaved.

I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.

I love her for what she has dared to be, for her hardness, her cruelty, her egoism, her perverseness, her demoniac destructiveness. She would crush me to ashes without hesitation. She is a personality created to the limit. I worship her courage to hurt, and I am willing to be sacrificed to it. She will add the sum of me to her. She will be June plus all that I contain.

I cheat him, I deceive him, yet the world does not sink in sulphur-colored mists. Madness conquers. I can no longer put my mosaics together. I just cry and laugh.

What we see in a democracy governed by "representatives" is not a government "for the people" but an organized conflict of interests that only results in the setting up of unstable balances of power.

whatever problem you have with someone, project yourself into the other person and see it from their point of view. When you do this, good and evil shuffle into patterns and you are capable of forgiving trespasses. When you understand from whence the good or evil came, and the other person's actions or motivations, only then can you forgive and let it go. Most children believe that

Je suis un être de dialogue ; tout en moi combat et se contredit. Les Mémoires ne sont jamais qu'à demi sincères, si grand que soit le souci de vérité : tout est toujours plus compliqué qu'on ne le dit. Peut-être même approche-t-on de plus près la vérité dans le roman.

And who shall say how many passions and how many hostile thoughts may live together in the mind of man?

He let Julius go. There was beginning to rise in him a feeling of profound disgust--a kind of hatred almost, of himself, of Julius, of everything.

I have often noticed with married couples how intolerably irritating the slightest protuberance of character in the one may be to the other, because in the course of life in common it continually rubs up against the same place. And if the rub is reciprocal, married life is nothing but a hell.

On my way out with the rest, I glanced back at Bowman. he was on this knees, his hair in his face, his nose and split lips dripping with blood. He was staring down at the floor like he'd been waiting for this and now it had finally happened; he look relieved.

Familles, je vous hais! foyers clos; portes refermées; possessions jalouses du bonheur.