Quotes About Conflict

Most academic battles involve space or faculty appointments and promotions.

Desde el momento en el que el primero de nuestros antepasados convirtió un palo en una lanza, las consecuencias de los conflictos a lo largo de la historia han sido impuestas por la tecnologia.

Wherever farming took root, violence emerged as a more important feature of social life.

Lane, "Economic Consequences of Organized Violence," op. cit.

This tended to increase the size of societies because contests of violence more often than not were won by the larger group.

The control of violence is the most important dilemma every society faces.

Thats called hypocrisy, you shuck face piece of -!

And you, Tommy" the boy said, lowering his voice. "You've got a lot of nerve coming here and asking me to leave with you. A lot of bloody nerve. The sight of you makes me sick

You've seen what I can do," Thomas replied, trying to sound as dangerous as he felt. "You've watched me in the Maze and the Scorch." He almost wanted to laugh at the irony. They had made him into a killer … to save people?

Listen,' Thomas said, slowly getting to his feet, hoping Minho wouldn't be stupid enough to try anything. "There's something about us. We're not just random shanks who showed up on your doorstep. We're valuable. Alive, not dead." The anger on Jorge's face lessened ever so slightly. Maybe a spark of curiosity. But what he said was 'What's a shank?

You're going to shoot me? Old pal?

I pretty much hated you the last couple days. You should've seen yourself. Your skin, your veins… You hated me? He was thrilled she'd cared so much about him. She paused. That's just my way of saying I would've killed you if you'd died.

And hating himself for caring after everything she'd done to him.

I should rip your eyes out," Newt said, spraying Thomas with spit. "Teach you a lesson in stupidity. Why'd you come over here? You expected a bloody hug? Huh? A nice sit-down to talk about the good times in the Glade?

He didn't know which was worse: that Newt seemed to be slipping already or that Minho—the one who should have been able to control himself—was acting like such a slinthead.

It was such an odd thing to be fighting against something so violently and yet wanting it to happen so completely.

You're welcome. I was just trying to help.' Thomas felt like kicking him in the face.

He'd killed Newt. He'd shot his own friend in the head.

The anticipation of fighting was almost worse than the fear of it.

Killing another human. It wasn't easy to accept.

No one spoke. Thomas stared out the front window in a daze. He'd shot his best friend in the head. Never mind that it was what he'd been asked to do, what Newt had wanted, what he'd pleaded for. Thomas had still pulled the trigger. He looked down, saw that his hands and legs were shaking, and he suddenly felt freezing cold. "What have I done?" he mumbled, but the others didn't say a word.

I hate you, Tommy!

But they'd survived that, too, eventually finding their way to the settlements. Where they might've lived in peace if it weren't for a committee called the PCC.

It scared him, too, but for some reason it was now the sole purpose of his life, the only thing that prevented his mind from slipping into that ever-expanding void of...dissonance.