Quotes About Conflict

What if feeling good only comes after you destroy someone you hate?' 'That's not good, that's triumph

They trample as many as they kill.

He knocked me off my horse. But I'd taken an oath, so I had to do my best." I drew in a shaky breath. "I know I can't fight forty of you, but I'm going to stand here and block you until you either go away or my arms fall off, because this, too, is an oath I took.

Brace up. We're not about to embark on a duel to the death over the dishes.

He mounted behind me and we started off, while I indulged myself with the image of grabbing that stick and conking him right across his smiling face.

I promised myself that next time Shevraeth tried to talk to me, I'd listen, and even if he insulted me, my family, and my land, I'd keep my tongue between my teeth.

Across the room, Nia said with a smirk, "Look at Tinkerbell going all mama-bear." Hope snapped, "Oh, shove the Tinkerbell crap up your ass." For about two seconds, Nia just stared at her. Then she started to laugh.

This was the absolute last woman on earth he should want—she was trouble, in so many ways. She was troubled, and that was just one of the reasons he didn't need this. This was the absolute last woman on earth he wanted to want—she just plain and simple was trouble—he could feel that in his bones. And yet, as he stared into those big, green eyes, he did want. Hell, did he want.

But can love born of revenge avoid turning into cruel sport?

As I stand there in the immaculate evening I do not find it strange to be fighting an entire town, a whole county. I am alone, yes, of course I am, but I am not particularly afraid. The house was empty and lonely before—I just did not realize it—it's no worse now. I know that I shall hurt as much as I have been hurt. I shall destroy as much as I have lost.

Paul resented this historic position she had established for herself in the momentum of his life, and because of it would have liked to see her broken.

Sally at this time gave up any notion of being a co-operative member of a family, named herself Tiger and settled down to an unceasing, and seemingly endless, war against clothes, toothbrushes, all green vegetables, and bed.

An odd thought crossed her mind: she would pick up the heavy glass ashtray and smash her husband over the head with it.

the gap between the poetry she wrote and the poetry she contained was, for Natalie, something unsolvable.

Only human beings and rabid animals turn on their own kind

fortuitous for me. This sort of tale serves, in many ways, the very same purpose as fairy tales did in our childhood: It operates as a theater of the mind in which internal conflicts are played out. In these tales we can parade the most reprehensible aspects of our being: cannibalism, incest, parricide. It allows us to discuss our anxieties and even to contemplate the experience of death in absolute safety.

It was an unpleasant business, like all family quarrels, and as in all family quarrels incredibly harsh and cruel things were said on either side.

It has enchained and destroyed its people and their lives, it is a place of contained ill will.

The Goal is what the Character wants. The Motivation is why they want it. The Conflict is the buts (roadblocks) that keep getting in the way.

even opened the box?" She parked her fists on her trim little hips. "I have had a very bad day." "Well, so have I." He grinned. "But you just made me laugh, so it's starting to improve." She gave him a glare. "I don't find this funny." He raised the can

There is darkness in every heart.

Lawyers and doctors were created for the specific purpose of contradicting each other. Whatever one says, the other must say just the opposite. They're just like the Aramaic translation of the Bible.

First she laughed, then she bawled me out and started crying. This was followed by an attack of hysteria with all the trimmings. What a conflict.

My brother and I don't think much of each other, you get the picture? May God repay me for all the things I've done for him.