Quotes About Conflict

To him they are only sectaries 'violently and passionately set upon opposition.

When someone wrongs you, ask yourself: What made him do it? Once you understand his concept of good and evil, you'll feel sorry for him and cease to either be amazed or angry. If his concept is similar to yours, then you will be bound to forgive him since you would have acted as he did in similar circumstances. But if you do not share his ideas of good and evil, then you should find it even easier to overlook the wrongs of someone who is confused and in a moral muddle.

Liebgott stuck the Luger between the mayor's eyes and pulled the trigger. The Luger misfired. Right when it clicked, this German went off running down the road. Speirs said, 'Shoot him.' One of our men shot and missed. I shot about thirty feet over the mayor's head. Another man brought him down. I won't say who. --Don Bond

Being Christian doesn't mean being anti-American, but it does mean that Christian identity and loyalty matter more than national identity and loyalty. When there is a conflict, Jesus is Lord.

The terrible truth is that our world has never established peace through victory. Victory establishes not peace, but lull. Thereafter, violence returns once again, and always worse than before. And it is that escalator violence that then endangers our world.

Marcus Borg's book Conflict, Holiness, and Politics in the Teachings of Jesus.

The conflict among Christians about whether or not Jesus was God is grounded in two different understandings of the Gospels—and the New Testament and the Bible as a whole.

Endless money forms the sinews of war.

Let arms give place to the robe, and the laurel of the warriors yield to the tongue of the orator.

Those wars are unjust which are undertaken without provocation. For only a war waged for revenge or defense can be just.

An unjust peace is better than a just war.

El cariño es muy traicionero. La justicia tiene sus exigencias, pero el cariño pugna por ella

In the sex-war thoughtlessness is the weapon of the male, vindictiveness of the female. —CYRIL CONNOLLY

Hatred would have been easier. With hatred, I would have known what to do. Hatred is clear, metallic, one-handed, unwavering; unlike love.

Maybe that's what love is, I thought: it's being pissed off.

And how easily a hand becomes a fist.

It wasn't so easy though, ending the war. A war is a huge fire; the ashes from it drift far, and settle slowly.

Where were we? I've forgotten. He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever. Right. Yes. The usual choices.

We have begun to slam doors, and to throw things. I throw my purse, an ashtray, a package of chocolate chips, which breaks on impact. We are picking up chocolate chips for days. Jon throws a glass of milk, the milk, not the glass: he knows his own strength, as I do not. He throws a box of Cheerios, unopened. The things I throw miss, although they are worse things. The things he throws hit, but are harmless. I begin to see how the line is crossed, between histrionics and murder.

The world is full of weapons if you're looking for them.

It is always a mistake to curse back openly at those who are stronger than you unless there is a fence between.

We battled in secret, undeclared, and after a while I no longer fought back because I never won. The only defense was flight, invisibility.

He was deciding whether to cut her throat or love her forever.

I want, I don't want. How can one live with such a heart?