Quotes About Conflict

This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.

Cruel it may be, but most of us enjoy what we do—and the Captain more than anyone. This is a favorite game, matching wits with a Raker. He is blind to the dead, to the burning villages, to the starving children. As is the Rebel. Two blind armies, able to see nothing but one another.

Wars are being fought every day, even where armies are not on the march. And wars within wars. And wars behind wars.

There was no peace inside the bounds spanned by God's Peace. Because men did not just demand submission to the Will of God, they demanded submission to themselves. Nor could they agree what the Will of God might be.

The Guardships don't defend Canon, they exterminate Canon's enemies. There's a difference.

It is not good form to bicker with your superiors, however wrong they may be and however one-sided their determination of their superiority

1.200 metros por segundo recorre una bala, y el ruido del disparo suena a odio.

Deseamos: Que no vuelva a haber otra guerra, pero si la hubiera, ¡que todos los soldados se declaren en huelga!

Come on, who saw what happened? I did, I volenteered. Well? Buttwipe wanted to know what jerkface was looking at. I turned turned eyes on the bloody and dirt-smeared brawlers. You were barely 3-inches apart. Couldn't you see that you were both looking at each other? The teacher's face reddened. Who do you think you are? Jerry Seinfeld? You must be confused with another student, I told him. My name is Capricorn Anderson.

Hamilton dabbed a tissue at the cut under his eye. Except for the time I met the Great Khali, that was the coolest thing I've ever done! The foursome, only slightly the worse for wear, stood on the tarmac of the small airfield outside Milan, transferring their luggage from the limo to Jonah's jet for the flight back to Florence. You didn't do anything, yo, Jonah seethed. It was done to all of us by the freak show with the nerve to complain that the family branches are too violent!

Sugar maple! Mary-Todd Holt knelt over her husband. Are you all right? Eisenhower sat up, and egg-size lump blooming on his crown. Of course I'm all right! he managed, his words slurred. You think a little insect can stop me ? Reagan was unconvinced. I don't know, Dad. She brained you with a baseball bat! Hockey stick, Dan corrected. Those could be your last words, brat–

Dark hair, olive skin, handsome features. It always made Amy guilty to find him good-looking. Ian Kabra.

That cat hates me. - Ian Why should it be different from everybody else here, Lucian? - Eisenhower

Amy sighed anxiously. Her brother was immature and annoying. But perhaps his most unpleasant feature was the fact that he was usually right.

Nathaniel Macon of North Carolina was only one of many Republicans who in the early months of 1812 voted against all attempts to arm and prepare the navy, who opposed all efforts to beef up the War Department, who rejected all tax increases, and yet who in June 1812 voted for the war.

Presidents have absolutely gone against the will of Congress. Congress hasn't declared a war since December 7, 1941, and yet we've been at war ever since with somebody or other in order to justify the war machine. Now we have alienated almost the entire earth

anyone who sings about love and harmony and life [john lennon] is dangerous to someone who sings about death and killing and subduing [Nixon]

In politics, as in love, opposites attract, and the misunderstandings that ensue tend to be as bitter and, as in love, as equally terminal.

President Roosevelt provoked the Japanese to attack us at Pearl Harbor.

A red face poked through the hole in the window and bellowed, "There they are, the Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â We never heard just what we were, for Mr. Davis in a swift gesture raised his cane and cracked smartly the red face. "Out, you whoreson!" rang the voice of Tammany's one-time Grand Sachem. The red face was seen no more.

Now the war is over. Or is it? Can we afford to give up our – well, cozy unremitting war? Why not – ah, tye brilliance, the simplicity! – instead of shrinking, expand our phantom empire in Europe by popping everyone into NATO? No reason to have any particular enemy, though, who knows, if sufficiently goaded, Russia might again be persuaded to play Great Satan in our somewhat dusty chamber of horrors.

Ever since 1941, when Roosevelt got us out of the Depression by pumping federal money into rearming, war or the threat of war has been the principal engine to our society. Now the war is over. Or is it? Can we afford to give up our—well, cozy unremitting war?

As we left the bar, we saw two men fighting at the wooden pump. One was short and stocky: he was pummelling a tall gangling creature with loose flapping arms ... Edwin Forrest was giving a much deserved beating to William de la Touche Clancey, the Tory sodomite.

There are things that must cause you to lose your reason or you have none to lose.