Quotes About Conflict

You can't switch sides! I glare at him in fury. I was never on your side, retorts Lorcan. Your side is the nutty side.

Sweetheart, I know you think it'll be a cathartic experience and you'll say your piece and everyone will come away the wiser,' says Dad. 'But in real life that doesn't happen. I've confronted enough assholes in my time. They never realize they're assholes. Not once. Whatever you say.

He even said you once threw al your husband's clothes onto the street and invited the neighbors to help themselves! says Ellen with a bright laugh. He's got such an imagination! My face flames. Damn. I thought he was asleep when I did that.

How many divorces are caused by the word nothing? I think this would be a very interesting statistic.

Alex is still silent and glowering. Which I can understand. I've made his life a lot more complicated. People hate that.

It was nice to want you so badly it made me breathless yet at the same time hate myself.

I tell myself to look away, but the truth is, I don't want to look away. I want to be drawn into his gaze. Which is dumb. And wrong. He belongs to another woman, I remind myself sternly. He likes whiny, shouty, newsreadery-type women.

Frusture is my word for the exquisite fury that only your husband can give you. Not only are you furious, you feel like he's doing it all on purpose, in order to torment you.

I was born to share love, not hate", said Antigone. "Go then, and share your love for the dead", responds Creon.

ISMENE: How can I live alone, without her? CREON: Her? Don't even mention her-- she no longer exists. ISMENE: What? You'd kill your own son's bride? CREON: Absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow.

They're both mad, I tell you, the two of them. One's just shown it, the other's been that way since she was born.

it reels under a wild storm of blood, wave after wave battering Thebes.

Art thou deaf when friends are banned as foes?

Thou seek'st to part us, wrapping in soft words Hard thoughts.

you brought my sperm rising back, springing to light fathers, brothers, sons—one murderous breed— brides, wives, mothers.

Oed. Must I not fear my mother's marriage-bed?

You criticize my temper ... unaware of the one you live with, you revile me.

Seven matched with seven, at each gate one, Their captains, when the day was done, Left for our Zeus who turned the scale, The brazen tribute in full tale: - All save the horror-burdened pair, Dire children of despair, Who from one sire, one mother, drawing breath, Each with conquering lance in rest Against a true born brother's breast, Found equal lots in death.

You are the curse, the corruption of the land!

I pity you, flinging at me the very insults each man here will fling at you so soon.

SOPHOCLES (born ca. 496 B.C., died after 413) was one of the three major authors of Greek tragedy. Of his 123 plays, only seven survive in full. Antigone, written and first performed in the late 440s B.C., is among his most often revived plays; its strong roles, and its conflict between individual morality (championed by a brave young woman) and the overbearing political needs of the state, have never lost their compelling interest through the generations.

I think you're insane.

Aren't you ashamed, with the land so sick, to stir up private quarrels?

For the love of god, Oedipus, tell me too, what is it? Why this rage? You're so unbending.