Quotes About Conflict

I've never wanted to admit it to myself," he said with something like tranquillity, "but you really do hate me, don't you, Edith?

För den mänskliga rasen finns krig och nederlag och segrar som inte är militära och som inte nedtecknats i historien annaler. Kom ihåg det medan ni försöker besluta vad ni ska göra.

Stoner tells of the conflicts, defeats and victories of the human race that pass unrecorded by history, and reclaims the significance of an individual life.

Una guerra non solo uccide qualche migliaio, o qualche centinaio di migliaia di giovani. Uccide anche qualcosa dentro le persone, qualcosa che non si può più recuperare. E quando una persona attraversa molte guerre, ben presto si riduce come un bruto, come quella stessa creatura che noi - lei e io, e tutti quelli come noi - abbiamo sollevato dal fango.

Mr. Stallone and Ms. Stone… a meeting as disastrous as the Hindenburg crashing into the Titanic

That fucking cunting fuck of a whore." "Nikolas!" Nikolas shrugged. "It's only you who I don't like to hear swear.

I'm not going to say I was opposed to the Vietnam War. I'm going to say I'm opposed to war. But I'm also opposed to protests that deny other people their rights.

There is no conception more fallacious than the sense of cosiness implied by "Mother Nature". Each species must strive to survive, and that it will do, by every means in its power, however foul - unless the instinct to survive is weakened by conflict with another instinct.

The alternative is the sword over your heads,' he said. 'I know,' I agreed unhappily. 'But that isn't the way. A sword inside us would be worse.

La vida, en todas sus manifestaciones, es conflicto

When she fired, he stopped, looking round wildly. He had no cover to drop to. She fired again…

They made a mess of 1914. They came a cropper in 1940. And now they're working up for it again.

I'm just telling you, Tommy. He wasn't supposed to go and do those things in the war that he had to do. People aren't supposed to murder people. And he did, and he did awful things, and awful things happened to him, and he couldn't live inside himself, Tommy. That's what I'm trying to say. Other men could do it, but he couldn't, it ruined him, and—

You always find that, Mary. When the kid's in trouble, there's trouble at home.

Heath lost an argument with a porcupine in the castle gardens.

May your balls rot like fruit in the sun, and your manhood wither at the root!

I am trying to bring change to my people, Lara, and change is rarely bloodless.

But I've never despised myself so much as I did that day - she was so small and - so fierce, so beautiful , it was like breaking a hawk's wings, stopping up a clear spring with bricks - digging up roses to make space to park your tank. Pointless and ugly.

Five years of destruction and mayhem, lives lost everywhere, shortages of food and fuel and clothing - and the insane mind behind it just urges us all on and on to more destruction. And we all keep playing.

Jamie let go of me. "Shut your mucky gob, man." He stepped close to our fearless leader in the dark, took hold of his jacket by the collar, and in a dead quiet voice that had gone dangerously Scots, threatened heatedly, "Talk like that again wi' these brave lassies listenin' an' Ah'll tear the filthy English tongue frae yer heid, so Ah will.

How can you grow to love a handful of strangers so fiercely just because you have to sleep on the same couple of wooden planks with them, when half the time you were there you wanted to strangle them, and all you ever talked about is death and imaginary strawberries?

You know, it set you at war with yourself.

But while they stayed down, rolling around and trying to kill each other, Em jumped to her feet. Her costumes sometimes have little finishing touches that no one can see. She hadn't told me about this one.

What makes you shiver so?" He stared at me with hatred and derision. He sat with his knees drawn up close to his chest, his gloved hands in tight fists beneath his chin. "Come," I said, and held out an arm so that he might sit against my shoulder. He muttered, "I don't want your cold." "I offer you my warmth," I said. Reluctantly, resentfully, he curled himself into the hollow between my arm and chest.