Quotes About Conflict

It was beautiful and rare, and you have every right to despise me. She stood pressed to the wall, not moving. When you came in, I thought 'Send her away.' But I knew that if you went away, I'd run after you. I thought 'I won't say a word.' But I knew that you'd know it before you left. I love you. I know you'd think kindlier of me if I said that I hate you.

Any alleged right of one man, which necessitates the violation of the rights of another isn't and can't be a right.

If any part of your uncertainty is a conflict between your heart and your mind—follow your mind.

The right to agree with others is not a problem in any society; it is the right to disagree that is crucial.

So long as men live together on earth and need means to deal with one another—their only substitute, if they abandon money, is the muzzle of a gun.

When men reject reason, they have no means left for dealing with one another — except brute, physical force.

Force and mind are opposites; morality ends where a gun begins.

A political battle is merely a skirmish fought with muskets; a philosophical battle is a nuclear war.

Since there is no such entity as 'the public,' since the public is merely a number of individuals, any claimed or implied conflict of 'the public interest' with private intersts means that the interests of some men are to be sacrificed to the interest and wishes of others.

You'll come back, because yours is an error of knowledge, not a moral failure, not an act of surrender to evil, but only the last act of being victim to your own virtue. We'll wait for you and when you come back, you will have discovered that there need never be any conflict among your desires, nor so tragic a clash of values as the one you've borne so well.

A battle? What battle? I hold the whip hand. I don't fight the disarmed. Are they? They have a weapon against you. It's their only weapon, but it's a terrible one. Ask yourself what it is, some time. Where do you see any evidence of it? In the unforgivable fact that you're as unhappy as you are.

Kako je jedna narodna i plebiscitarna, u su[tini antiautoratitativna i antidrzavna revolucija dovela do toga da je najdiktatorskija i najetatisti;kija politi;ka grupa preuzela vlast_ Kakvu veyu moemo uspostaviti izmedju nesporne radikalizacije ruskog dru[tva tokom cijele 1917. i boljsevizma

Ova drustvena revolucija se manifestira kroz vrlo razlicite aspekte, najprije ogromna seljacka buna, siroki bazni pokret koji ima svoje korijene u dugoj historiji, obiljezenoj ne samo mrznjom nego i dubokim zaziranjem seljastva prema gradu, vanjskom svijetu i prema svakom obliku mijesanja u drzavno vlasnistvo.

Politics have long been defined as "the systematic organization of hatreds.

there were days you felt like waging war, and days when you just needed to go home.

They had contracted a kind of autoimmune disorder, deploying against themselves the very furies they so feared.

He argued—in a line for which Jefferson would get the dubious credit, speaking of a different revolution—that "civil wars in the political systems, like bleeding to the human body, or thunderstorms in due season, are salutary.

Fighting is the last resort of the ignorant!! -- Dr. Strange

War is the worst way of gathering knowledge about a foreign culture.

General Apollon Diaz was currently in power and leaned toward the position of the hawks, which was to meet force with force. The proposal had already been made at Parliament (which stood in permanent emergency session) to counterattack: to pull twice the number of teeth from the political prisoners the abductors were demanding and mail them poste restante, as the address of guerrilla headquarters was unknown.

Allora ho capito che, qualunque cosa io faccia, sarà lo stesso; voglia o non voglia per te dev'essere una tortura. Forse qualcosa di peggio, poiché gli strumenti di tortura sono passivi e innocenti, come le pietre che possono cadere e ammazzare. Ma uno strumento di tortura che ti ama e che vuole il tuo bene... Veramente non posso immaginarmelo.

los que más gritan por la paz, son los primeros en quebrantarla.

Sì, tu non mi vuoi. L'ho sempre sentito: facevo finta di non accorgermene, pensavo che fosse solo una mia impressione, o che so io. E invece no. Ti comporti... in modo diverso. Non mi prendi sul serio. E' vero che era solo un sogno, però sognavi me. Mi chiamavi per nome. Mi detestavi. Perché? Perché?

What was civilization ever, really, but the attempt by man to talk himself into being good? Only good mind you. The rest had to be shoved somewhere out of sight, under the rug. Which History did at times politely, at times police-ly, and yet something was always sticking out, breaking lose, overthrowing.