Quotes About Conflict

the moronic nature of fighting it--of killing yourself to survive.

The word communist + a large bonfire + a collection of dead letters + the suffering of her mother + the death of her brother = the Führer

No quiere amarme pero tampoco quiere perderme.

Stealing is what the army does. Taking your father, and mine.

Suzanne trabaja media jornada. Odia a su padre. Y se odia a sí misma por no plantarle cara. Se lamenta de todo. —Pero adoro a Melinda —dice—. Es el toque de belleza en medio de tanta fealdad.

Devi capire una cosa, Ed.» «Cosa?» E poi, cauta, lo dice: «Che tu ci creda o no… bisogna provare un amore profondo per odiarti come ti odio io». Tento di comprendere.

moments, Liesel stood. The corridor was huge. She examined the soldier in her palm. Instinct told her to run home immediately, but common sense did not allow it. Instead, she placed the ragged soldier in her pocket and returned to the classroom.

Some of those soldiers were only boys. They had the Führer in their eyes.

Some fanatical Germans

Si lance was not quiet and calm, and it was not peace.

The juggling comes to an end now, but the struggling does not. I have Liesel Meminger in one hand, Max Vandenburg in the other. Soon, I will clap them together. Just give me a few pages. The

They say that war is death's best friend, but I must offer you a different point of view on that one. To me, war is like the new boss who expects the impossible.

It take a lot of love to hate like this

There was the smell of pea soup, something burning and confrontation.

Their heartbeats fought each other, a mess of rhythm. Liesel tried to eat hers down. The taste of heart was not too cheerful.

Cómo puede quedarse allí sentada dispuesta a morir mientras yo quiero seguir viviendo? [...] ¿Por qué quiero vivir? No debería y, sin embargo, quiero vivir.

I'm going to find him." "Your papa?" "Yes." He thought about it. "Actually, no. I think I'll find the Führer instead." Faster footsteps. "Why?" Rudy stopped. "Because I want to kill him." He even turned on the spot, to the rest of the world. "Did you hear that, you bastards?" he shouted. "I want to kill the Führer!

War clearly blurred the distinction between logic and superstition.

Certainly, war meant dying, but it always shifted the ground beneath a person's feet when it was someone who had once lived and breathed in close proximity.

It takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you.

The only think worse than a boy who hates you; a boy who loves you.

Something worse than a boy who hates you: a boy who loves you.

I hate people like that, people you have to protect while they keep hurting you.