Quotes About Conflict

A certain amount of friction is inevitable whenever peoples of different customs and assumptions meet.... What is miraculous is how often it is possible to work together to sustain joint performances in spite of disparate codes, evoking different belief systems to affirm that possibility.

Shall I tell you why young men love war? . . . In peace, there are a hundred questions with a thousand answers! In war, there is only one question with one right answer. . . . Going to war makes you a man. It is emotionally exciting and morally restful.

Doc's idea of clarifyin' a point of contention came awful close to spitting in a man's eye.

Et diye yedikleriniz meydan okuyor, et diye yedikleriniz ba? kald?r?yor, et diye yedikleriniz sava??yor! Et diye yediklerinizin nefesi ensenizde...

Stability and order have always been paid for with captivity and blood. (76)

A thousand times, they nearly killed themselves off with political bickering and moral certainty and a lethal distaste for compromise. A thousand times they might have become nothing but a memory in the mind of God.

It was politicians saying, "Let's you and him fight!

War smashes all our petty problems and sweeps the shards into one huge, patriotic pile.

But there you are: the reasons for going to war might be a shameless hoax, but the war itself was real, and by God, America was in it!

A thousand times, they nearly killed themselves off with political bickering and moral certainty and a lethal distaste for compromise.

On the afternoon of October 26, 1881, the Earps were incorruptible, intrepid lawmen bravely marching off to protect the city from gun-toting outlaws. The next morning, they were cold-blooded killers who'd murdered three men on a public street because of some kind of personal feud between Doc Holliday and Ike Clanton.

Put ordinary shitheads in impressive uniforms, give them guns and permission to use them, they'll shoot anyone who threatens their illusions

To be candid, things hadn't been good in our house since I'd turned thirteen and, as Mom put it, lost my mind overnight. Which meant I'd changed from an obedient child who never gave anyone a second's trouble into an obnoxious teenager who left wet towels on the bathroom floor and dirty dishes in front of the television, played loud music and argued about everything from politics to curfews.

I never would have shot him

My mother looked at my image as if she were looking at a wicked little girl come to scornfully show herself to her poor mother. There was love in her look, but with such jealousy mixed in that the feelings became quickly slurred. It was what my mother gave me, so I took it and I gave it back; I reveled in her jealousy as she reveled in my vanity. Reveling and rageful, we went between sleep and dreams right there in the dining room. Silent and still, we attacked each other like animals.

When boys get angry with each other, they just fight it out and it's all over. But girls are dirty. They pretend to be your friend and go behind your back.

Despite their mutual ill humor, they fornicated again, mostly because they could more easily ignore each other while doing so.

All warriors are brothers in arms, whether they fight for the Light or the Dark. We are fated always to make war on our own kind.

one person's idea of live-and-let-live is another person's definition of betrayal

Dat heeft die klootzak verdiend... - Vittoria Massi, vader van Giuliana na het doodsteken van Rinaldo di Chimici

At some point the talk got heated, and Paolo called Mother a strumpet, for which Daddy was said to have stomped a serious mudhole in Paolo's ass.

A man's at odds to know his mind cause his mind is aught he has to know it with. He can know his heart, but he dont want to. Rightly so. Best not to look in there. —Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian

The door slammed shut behind her, and a moment later she heard what sounded like a tennis shoe being thrown against the wooden door. "I hate you!" Maggy screamed.

How many women, she wondered, had poisoned their husbands, not for gain or for another man, but out of sheer inability to leave them. The extreme solution is always the simplest. The weed killer is in the soup; the man is in his coffin.