Quotes About Conflict

that the number one predictor for the long-term success ofany relationship is how well the couple is able to handle conflict.

Aunt Polly is all stirred up over it. You see, she wants Uncle Tom to have what he wants, only she wants him to want what she wants him to want. See?" Mrs. Carew laughed suddenly. (22)

He rubs his forehead, frustrated, then raises his eyes, one dark brown, one gray-blue—the

But as the late- seventeenth-century philosopher Gottfried Wilhelm Leibniz said, 'To be neutral is rather like someone who lives in the middle of a house and is smoked out from below and drenched with urine from above.

When all is said and done, and statesmen discuss the future of the world, the fact remains that people fight these wars.

I can not believe that war is the best solution. No one won the last war, and no one will win the next war.

No one won the last war, and no one will win the next war.

The reasonableness of others and my own desire for tranquility got on my nerves. The breath built up in my throat, ready to vibrate with words of rage. I felt the need to quarrel, and in fact I quarreled first with our male friends, then with their wives or girlfriends, and finally I went on to clash with anyone, male or female, who tried to help me accept what was happening to my life.

I'm laughing, I apologized, at the situation, at you, who've wanted to kill Nino forever, and at me, who if he showed up now would say to you: Yes, kill him. I'm laughing out of despair, because I've never been so offended, because I feel humiliated in a way that I don't know if you can imagine, because at this moment I'm so ill that I think I'm fainting.

A tangle of resentments, the sense of revenge, the need to test the humiliated power of my body were burning up any residue of good sense.

One April afternoon, right after lunch, my husband announced that he wanted to leave me.

Yet here she was insisting that I stay with her, to keep me from who knows what stormy sea, from who knows what abyss or precipice, all dangers that at that moment were represented in her eyes by Antonio. But staying near her meant staying in her world, becoming completely like her. And if I became like her, who would be right for me if not Antonio?

No se escribe por escribir, se escribe para hacer daño a quien se quiere hacer daño. Un daño de palabras contra un daño de puñetazos, patadas e instrumentos de muerte.

Tu capisci, Lenú, che cosa succede alle persone: abbiamo troppa roba dentro e questo ci gonfia, ci rompe.

They were just like the relations from whom I had fled as a girl. I couldn't bear them and yet they held me tight, I had them all inside me.

They had all known one another a long time, they knew they were complicit victims, and they had no doubt about who the whistleblower was: she, the only one who behaved from the start as if the need to work didn't go hand in hand with the need to be humiliated.

I buoni sentimenti sono fragili, con me l'amore non resiste. Non resiste l'amore per un uomo, non resiste nemmeno l'amore per i figli, presto si buca. Guardi nel foro e vedi la nebulosa delle buone intenzioni confondersi con quella delle cattive. [...] Voler bene scorre insieme al voler male, e io non riesco, non riesco a condensarmi intorno a nessuna buona volontà.

When I gave signs of protest she nearly reminded me of the money she was giving me. She stopped in time, but not so that I didn't understand: it was like when someone is about to hit you and then doesn't.

Ma in quell'occasione imparai un'arte in cui poi sono diventata molto brava. Trattenni la disperazione, la trattenni sul bordo degli occhi lucidi, tanto che Lila mi disse in dialetto: «Non te ne importa?». Non risposi. Provavo un dolore violentissimo, ma sentivo che più forte ancora sarebbe stato il dolore di litigare con lei. Ero

e io, malgrado tutti i miei cambiamenti, seguitavo a esserle subalterna. Di quella subalternità sentii che non sarei mai riuscita a liberarmi e questo mi sembrò insopportabile. Desiderai – e non riuscii a tenere a bada il desiderio – che il cardiologo si fosse sbagliato, che Armando avesse ragione, che lei fosse davvero malata e morisse.

That answer, as Lila's answers always were, always had been, though intended to be conciliatory, had something arrogant, scornful, about it, which made Pinuccia even angrier.

Loving courses together with hating, and I can't, I can't manage to solidify myself around any goodwill.

Maybe," she said, and I saw that I had hurt her as she had hurt me.

Querer bien va de la mano del querer mal, y yo no consigo, no consigo concentrarme alrededor de ninguna buena voluntad