Quotes About Conflict

They were on opposite sides of this issue, and both of them had catastrophically let me down.

Who would have thought three separate peaces so irreconcilable?

He didn't look at Baines, even as Baines leaned close enough to him that Kit felt his breath hot on his skin.

Time passed, and given enough time, anyone could make enemies. Even-especially-a Conn.

Seeker thought if she laid a hand on the other's cheek, she could cut her palm to the bone.

Elaine was stolen away, and I'm willing to sacrifice her if I must.

Sure. A girl can walk away from her dreams of vengeance. I still want to see Valens court-martialed for what he did to me almost thirty years back. On the other hand, he's saved my life twice now. Sometimes things get a little hard to reconcile.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

But there's no end to what's been said, and I'll be a party to nothing. I was born with my mouth shut:those with their mouths open do nothing but start trouble and catch flies.

I am much too influenced by people's manner towards me—especially Anna's I suppose. Directly people attack me, I think they are right, and hate myself, and then I hate them—the more I like them this is so.

You agonise me by being so agonised.

Yes," said Daphne, repressively.

Don't you see we're all full of horrible power, working against each other however much we may love?

What is it exactly," she asked, "that they mean by freedom? What does it affect? What is it besides an excuse for war?

My trouble has always been," Mrs. Channing said, "that I can see both sides of every question." "Trouble? That is a gift, Madame; a very unusual gift." Mrs. Channing rose and prepared to follow her into lunch. "I don't think it's a gift," she said. "If it is, it came from a very wicked fairy.

How long will the heathens rage?

know we argued—at times I hated him—but I loved him too, and he was always there. Now there is a hole and I cannot bear to look at it, yet neither can I bear to cover it with earth.

Was honour the same as conscience? If not, how did one choose between them? And was the choice, when made, bitter as gall?

That you should choose your battles wisely. You cannot fight everything and win. Sometimes the price of losing is beyond what you can afford to pay, but that applies to winning as well.

Petronella's expression was hard with defiance. "I love him." Her voice was fierce. "You don't know anything about love." "Oh, but I do," Alienor replied bitterly. "Because I love you, and you have just broken my heart.

The truth was, it was myself I couldn't trust, my eyes from betraying my heart.

When you come near to something that can't be made right, you have to approach it with love, and not vengeance. Vengeance is how we got into this in the first place.

Kenric grabbed her arms and pulled her closer, shaking her once. "I've told you it will make no difference! Why are you doing this?" "Because I love you," she whispered brokenly. Those were the words. Of any she could have said to him, those were the only ones that could crumble his defenses. He'd heard them too often in his mind, certain she would never think to use them as a weapon. They sliced through him as cleanly as the sharpest knife.