Quotes About Conflict

For the climax, there must be a killing or a healing or a domination.

A critic is someone who comes onto the battlefield after the battle is over and shoots the wounded"?

For people like me, the fight-or-flight instinct comes out in the desperate desire to fix, people-please, and create harmony.

It's easier to flatter a man than fight him.

When the tiger executes a merger with the goat, which one walks away?

Given the infinite variety of human personalities, it was impossible to like everyone.

Jubal threw his sign down in disgust and stalked away from the group. Sosi ran after him, the clipboard with the soggy petition

Though the contradictions of war seem sudden and simultaneous, history stalks before it strikes. Something tolerated soon becomes something good.

Who cares whether the heroine wins if there wasn't any battle?

La rivalidad entre hermanos es una serpiente que nunca se puede acabar de matar.

She had always disliked him, and by the end of this morning she hated him with a vehemence that depressed and frightened her.

Oi didn't loike that bloke, Captain. Bastard, 'e were, but Oi s'pose rules is for them yer don't loike. Yer won't 'urt them as yer do. In't that what God's about, been fair to them as rubs your coat all the wrong way?

One person's ideals sometimes endanger someone else's privileges.

I love you still, that's the torment of it. Lestat I never loved. But you! The measure of my hatred is that love. They are the same! Do you know now how much I hate you!

I live lies because I cannot endure the weakness of anger, and I cannot admit the irrationality of love.

I think to feel this happy is to be miserable, to feel this much satisfaction is to burn.

You make me miserable. You really do, I want you to know that. Much as I love you, much as I need you, much as I can't exist without you, you make me miserable.

You're the hunter, the warrior. You're stronger than anyone else here, that's your tragedy.

How could anyone love Him? What did you just tell me yourself about the world? Don't you see, everybody hates God now. It's not that God is dead in the twentieth century. It's that everybody hates Him! At least I think so.

You understood my soul, I thought, and now others are coming only to sack my heart of all its riches. What am I to do? We argued, yes, you and I, but it was with loving respect, was it not? I cannot endure without you. Please come to me, from wherever you are.

Yes. To write a novel is to risk my sanity. The deeper I get into the suffering and conflict of the characters, into the very situations and thoughts and feelings that make the novel worthwhile, the worse I feel, and the more likely I am to be severely depressed when the book is finished. There is no avoiding this: it is the result of attempting to tell all you know, to reach for the stars, to write what matters.

Sometimes hate and love serve exactly the same purpose.

Only love could create such conflict, such longing, such fear.

I wanted love and goodness in this which is living death. It was impossible from the beginning, because you cannot have love and goodness when you do what you know to be evil, what you know to be wrong.