Quotes About Conflict

Like queen bees awakened in the hive, one of them would consume the rest. It all came down to who was going to be the last demiurge standing.

Diplomacy amounts to nothing; it all comes down to blood and iron in the end." "Don't misquote Bismark at me.

Is that why they're squabbling over her? They're trying to marry an heir to the throne? I'm sorry, Tristen, but that's like some medieval play.

Twas Morgan's protest and the Mebd silenced her with a glance.

Wainwright looks like she knows what she's doing is wrong, and it'll never be right inside her head again.

He plays the white and black pieces both, a double game that defies all understanding.

Hush, puss. This wouldn't happen if you didn't fight me so.

Even races as belligerent as my own had come around eventually.

Kit stepped close enough for Oxford to feel the heat of his breath, Will imagined, the naked blade angled between them as if laid down the center of a bed.

Oh, sweeting. Thou scorned not my money before. Whyso now?

He's not a villain," Dorcas said, "He's a hero who happens to be on the other side of the war.

She hasn't forgiven me for getting her wife ousted from the Export Board, and she still thinks the Coalition can be appeased.

Once they get you to laugh the fight is over, because no matter how mad you are, nobody takes you seriously when you're trying to dress them down while giggling.

Dragons, it seemed, knew about death and war. But not so much about baking.

Hitting people almost never solves anything, and you can trust me on that. I was in the military.

The whole world is a weapon.

Rilriltok had apparently not expected to report to work and discover an enormous natural enemy next to its desk.

If you cover the whole damn landscape and keep breeding even when you encroach on other people's nesting grounds, I don't see how you can complain about a little volcano.

It took me a moment to identify the terrible bubbling sound coming over my com as Farweather laughing at me between swallows of blood. I resisted the urge to smash her fucking helmet in, but only barely.

Much as she despised the man, she had to admit to a certain agreeable shiver when his lips brushed her glove.

I'm allergic to perfect consensus. It has to be enforced somehow and once you sign the clade contract, they just tune your neurology until you agree. Boom, no conflict.

We've walked into a lover's quarrel, gentlemen.

Conflict is the essence of drama.

I'm not going to like you," I told her. "Your friends killed my friends. There's no payback for a debt as big as the one you owe me.