Quotes About Conflict

There is more glory in peace than in war

in the chaos of war, I would have looked simply small, and therefore neither a promise nor a threat.

Together he [Girolamo Savonarola] and his archenemy Lorenzo [de' Medici] would have been the stuff of gargoyles. One could almost imagine the diptych in which their profiles confronted each other, their noses as powerful as their personalities.

Body and soul can never be married I need to become who I already am and will bellow forever at this incongruity which has committed me to hell

Phaedra: Can't switch this off. Can't crush it. Can't. Wake up with it, burning me. Think I'll crack open I want him so much. I talk to him. He talks to me, you know, we, we know each other very well, he tells me things, we're very close. About sex and how much it depresses him, and I know -

I love you still, Against my will.

A small girl became increasingly paralysed by her parents' frequently violent rows. Sometimes she would spend hours standing completely still in the toilet, simply because that was where she happened to be when the fight began. Finally, in moments of calm, she would take bottles of milk from the fridge or doorstep and leave them in places where she may later become trapped. Her parents were unable to understand why they found bottles of sour milk in every room in the house.

But on mundane matters they rubbed one another like whetstones, without polishing off their sharp edges.

Then think of the work the rebels had to tear it down! They had no Powers." "Just the power of hatred and anger," said Cerf. "Which we've learned is pretty fuckin' strong.

Sister," said Marcot, "would you like me to murder him now or wait until later?

Just leave me alone, I want to be alone," she said when Jack tried to open the car door. She hit the lock, and wound the window up. Since the roof was down, it was a fairly pointless exercise.

This isn't good." "What isn't good?" Kelon asked Donovan, coming into the kitchen. He nodded to Lisa standing in front of the stove. She flinched, blushed and then glared at him. He cocked an eyebrow at Donovan. He shrugged. "She's mad because I won't discipline her." Lisa snorted and stirred the pot of oatmeal on the stove. "Oh please. Like I couldn't get a spanking if I wanted one.

You put a guy who wants to control everything in the same room with a guy who'd rather wlak into a bonfire than listen when somebody tells him not to, and it's your own damn fault if you're surprised when things get ugly.

There ain't nothing worse than getting fired by somebody you hate, because it means they

What you're asking me to do is monstrous." "So? Ain't we both monsters?

You put a guy who wants to control everything in the same room with a guy who'd rather walk into a bonfire than listen when somebody tells him not to, and it's your own damn fault if you're surprised when things get ugly.

The history of Mélusine is like a massacre in a lunatic asylum, patients and wardens turning on each other, turning on themselves, and turn and turn about.

My nerves still raw from the confronation with Astyanax, I was burningly aware of Mildmay's beauty, his bones, his grace, the walls and shadows in his eyes. Burningly aware that he was my brother and, more than that, he did not want me.

How easily we read each other when we're out for blood.

Mildmay's anger was like a third person sitting between us-which was all the more unfortunate as there was barely room for two.

They did not care that this serene harmony was built on blood and death and pain.

I have a long and inglorious history of wanting what hurts me.

I knew that look, that very slight hitch in his eyebrow that said he knew I was going to do what I wanted anyway, and he wasn't going to waste his breath on me. I did not care for that look, but it was better than another quarrel.

She felt a moment of anxiety as she contemplated all the things that could go wrong, but her anger was too great for her to back down. And anyway, she knew exactly what would happen. As soon as she was out of the door, he'd call his mother.