Quotes About Conflict

Whenever there is a conflict between being right and being kind, if possible, choose being kind.

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

it's good to know who hates you and it is good to be hated by the right people

Sometimes I am two people. Johnny is the nice one. Cash causes all the trouble. They fight.

He did it because he could not help himself, which explains everything and nothing

To be mad is worse than not to be if this is what it is.

I am a big fan of smelly cheeses but the rest of the family don't seem to be particularly keen on them.

And I don't want to look at you every day, to see you naked,to watch you wandering around the annexe in your crazy dresses and not...not be able to do what I want with you. Oh, Clark,if you had any idea what I want to do to you right now.And I...i can't live with that knowledge. I can't. It's Not who I am. I can't be the kind of man who just...accepts.

What are you saying?" He fought to keep his voice under control. "You love me but there's no hope for us?

She wanted to tell him to go but she couldn't bear it if he did

I think she loves me. But she loves herself more. Or how could she do what she does?

No puedo hacer esto porque no puedo ser... —Tragó saliva—. No puedo ser el hombre que quiero ser al estar contigo. Y eso significa que todo esto —me miró a la cara— solo es... otro recordatorio de lo que no soy.

He had a dozen arguments with her before breakfast, and a thousand passionate reconciliations before he went to sleep.

Because she knew already that this would be the thing that would end them. And that in the deepest part of her, she had known it from the beginning, like someone stubbornly ignoring a weed growing until it blocked out the light.

Sometimes it even seemed like a relief to him that there was someone prepared to be rude to him, to contradict him or tell him he was being horrible.

wasn't sure men would ever understand the infinitely subtle weaponry women used against each other.

I wasn't sure men would ever understand the infinitely subtle weaponry women used against each other.

Ed,' his sister grabbed at his arm, 'the truth has no place in a courtroom.

I totted these things up as if they were little victories against some foe I couldn't quite identify.

I'm fine," she said, wondering how you could say something so patently true yet untrue at the same time.

Why is this not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you? Why could you not have confided in me? If we'd had more time, would this have been different?

A million silent arguments rattled around my head. Why is this not enough for you? Why am I not enough for you? Why could you not have confided in me? If we'd had more time, would this have been different?

neither enjoyed conflict within the home, and each held for the other such a healthy respect that they rarely allowed themselves an openly cross exchange, and knew each other's responses well enough after the best part of thirty years to usually avoid it.

How could you make a home in a place that had come to you for all the wrong reasons?