Quotes About Conflict

Aristotle's theory of the mean seems simple-minded; or to quote Bertrand Russell again, common sense pedantically expressed. However, if we change the word mean to proportion, we get closer to what Aristotle must have meant—and large parts of his Ethics as well as his Politics make more sense. The mean represents not so much a literal middle point as striking a balance between conflicting impulses and choices, and seeing our way through to the other side.

Americans couldn't go to war: with 1.3 million German immigrants living in the United States, Zimmermann was fond of pointing out, plus another 10 million Americans of German descent, any military move against Germany would trigger a national uprising

I learned when you shout at someone," he once said, "you make him afraid. And when he's afraid, he won't tell you his troubles"—or tell a manager the truth about what on the assembly line wasn't working, or what had gone wrong. An

U houdt van mij,' zei ik 'en daarom verbant u mij. Ik vraag me af wat u zou doen als u mij haatte?

The most persistent sound which reverberates through men's history is the beating of war drums.

If one looks with a cold eye at the mess man has made of history, it is difficult to avoid the conclusion that he has been afflicted by some built-in mental disorder which drives him towards self-destruction.

The most persistent sound which reverberates through man's history is the beating of war drums.

Without alienation, there can be no politics.

Never fight fair with a stranger, boy. You'll never get out of the jungle that way.

Look, we're all the same; a man is a fourteen-room house --in the bedroom he's asleep with his intelligent wife, in the living-room he's rolling around with some bareass girl, in the library he's paying his taxes, in the yard he's raising tomatoes, and in the cellar he's making a bomb to blow it all up.

Chris: I don't know why it is, but every time I reach out for something I want, I have to pull back because other people will suffer.

Revenge is an idiot's game.

You knew what I wanted." "And you knew what I wanted." "Yeah, to make yourself feel pretty at someone's agony. Fuck you.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?

Je devrais avoir mon enfer pour la colère, mon enfer pour l'orgueil, - et l'enfer de la caresse; un concert d'enfers.

Hire myself out to whom? What beast must I worship? What sacred images should I destroy? What hearts shall I break? What lies am I supposed to believe? March through whose blood?

Men are by nature merely indifferent to one another but women are by nature enemies.

Better admit that there was some truth both in science and religion; and if they must fight, let it be elsewhere than in the brain of a hard-working scientist.

God is not working at random: the gospel has been sent forth on no uncertain mission: the final outcome in the conflict between good and evil has not been left indeterminate; how many are to be saved or lost depends not on the will of the creature. Everything was infallibly determined and immutably fixed by God from the beginning, and all that happens in time is but the accomplishment of what was ordained in eternity.

Charnock said, "Water and fire may as well kiss each other, and live together without quarreling and hissing, as the holy will of God and the unregenerate heart of a fallen creature.

Život ztratil význam. Kdyby aspo? svitla nad?je na válku nebo povstání, jenže sv?tová situace se v posledních letech uklid?ovala. Což samo o sob? je dobré, ale pro profesionálního vojáka to zna?í nezam?stnanost.

Esos hijoputas ya son difíciles como aliados, así que cuando sepan que estamos fusilando a los paisanos para que los pinte al óleo ese tipo, Goya, figúrese la que nos pueden organizar.

Los filósofos griegos tenían razón al decir que la guerra era la madre de todas las cosas.

Una civilización que renuncia a la posibilidad de recurrir a la violencia en sus pensamientos y acciones, se destruye a sí misma. Se convierte en un rebaño de corderos, a degollar por el primero que pase.