Quotes About Conflict

Well, Hilda and I were married, and right from the start it was a flop. Why did you marry her? you say. But why did you marry yours? These things happen to us. I wonder whether you'll believe that during the first two or three years I had serious thoughts of killing Hilda. Of course in practice one never does these things, they're only a kind of fantasy that one enjoys thinking about. Besides, chaps who murder their wives always get copped.

Scopo essenziale della guerra è la distruzione, non necessariamente di vite umane, ma di quanto viene prodotto dal lavoro degli uomini. La guerra è un modo per mandare in frantumi, scaraventare nella stratosfera, affondare negli abissi marini, materiali che altrimenti potrebbero essere usati per rendere le masse troppo agiate e, a lungo andare, troppo intelligenti.

There, comrades, is the answer to all our problems. It is summed up in a single word—Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove Man from the scene, and the root cause of hunger and overwork is abolished for ever.

Bu insan gruplar? aras?nda ne pasifistler ne komünistler ne de Kara Gömlekliler kendi çabas?yla büyük çapl? bir sava?? durdurun hareketi oluÅŸturabilir. Fakat teslim olma koÅŸullar?n?n pazarl???n? yapan hain bir hükümet için iÅŸlerin kolaylaÅŸmas?na yard?mc? olabilirler. Frans?z komünistleri gibi, milyonerlerin yar? bilinçli ajanlar?na dönüÅŸebilirler.

You understand, that you will be fighting in the dark. You will always be in the dark.

La guerra faceva da garante all'integrità mentale. Anzi, se si prendono in considerazione le classi dirigenti, costituiva la forma di garanzia più solida. Fino a quando le guerre potevano essere vinte o perdute, nessuna classe dirigente poteva ritenersi totalmente irresponsabile degli avvenimenti. Quando, però, diventa letteralmente continua, la guerra cessa anche di essere pericolosa.

En los momentos de crisis uno nunca lucha contra un enemigo externo, sino contra su propio cuerpo

It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy but always against one's own body.

Having become permanent, the war ceased to be a war.

The truth was that the shells were hopelessly old; someone picked up a brass fuse-cap stamped with the date, and it was 1917. The Fascist guns were of the same make and calibre as our own, and the unexploded shells were often reconditioned and fired back. There was said to be one old shell with a nickname of its own which travelled daily to and fro, never exploding.

Una revolución comienza con una amplia difusión de ideas de libertad, igualdad, etc. Después viene el crecimiento de una oligarquía que está tan interesada en aferrarse a sus privilegios como lo está cualquier otra clase dominante. Tal oligarquía necesariamente será hostil a revoluciones en otros lugares, las cuales inevitablemente despiertan de nuevo las ideas de libertad e igualdad.

El objeto de la guerra es siempre estar en mejor situación para librar otra guerra.

It struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy, but always against one's own body. Even

In front of him was an enemy who was trying to kill him: in front of him, also, was a human creature, in pain and perhaps with a broken bone. Already

he could not—take the sterile and dishonest line of pretending that in every war both sides are exactly the same and it makes no difference who wins.

YaÅŸamlar?n? dünyay? fethetmeye adam??lard?r, ama ayn? zamanda bilirler ki, sava??n sonsuza dek ve zafere ulaÅŸmadan sürüp gitmesi gerekmektedir.

At the heart of the matter is a battle between wish and fear. Fear generally proves stronger than a wish, but it leaves a taste of disappointment on the tongue.

If you look close enough and are in a bad mood, public service seems to be composed of paperwork and personal feuds.

After that came her biggie: a triple murder--her dealer, the dealer's sister, and the dealer's sister's boyfriend. Reading that made me feel a little funny that we'd fucked and I'd loved her.

Or say we have two rival dictators in a death grudge. Assuming ED289/290 develops nicely in pill form, allow me to slip each dictator a mickey. Soon their tongues are down each other's throats and doves of peace are pooping on their epaulets.

What was wrong with him? Why couldn't he be grateful for all that Mom and Dad did for him, instead of— Cornhole the ear-cunt. Flake-fuck the pale vestige with a proddering dick-knee.

How many times, through the long centuries of life on earth, has one group of men sneaked armed into the woods, hoping to surprise a second group not expecting them? And where has this gotten us?

The war was less than a year old. We did not yet know what it was. In "A Thrilling Youth: A Civil War Adolescence," by E. G. Frame.

If my wife wishes to leave me, may I compel her at arms to stay in our "union"? Especially when she is a fiercer fighter than I, better organized, quite determined to be free of me?