Quotes About Conflict

The symbolism of meat-eating is never neutral. To himself, the meat-eater seems to be eating life. To the vegetarian, he seems to be eating death. There is a kind of gestalt-shift between the two positions which makes it hard to change, and hard to raise questions on the matter at all without becoming embattled.

I read Jacob Boehme and am caught in his shining web. Here are Desire and Will that should be (he says) as two arms at one task; in my life they are less cooperative. Will keeps sliding away down the hill, to play when work is called for, and Desire piously wants to labor when the best season of merriment is around me. Troublemakers, both of them.

I wanted to live my life but I didn't want to do what I had to do to go on

What I mean is, I wanted to live my life but I didn't want to do what I had to do

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, isn't war the most demented activity ever invented?

hand. Uncle Patrick and Da went out. "They'll have a word with him," Granny said to the woman. "It's the drink," the woman said. "The devil gets into him." Uncle Patrick and Da came back and the woman left with them. "Made him see sense," Uncle Patrick said to Granny when he and my da returned. "One

In the 1800s, the United States was divided over the issue of slavery. The North wanted the country to end all slavery. But the South wanted to keep slaves because more than four million African-American slaves worked in the huge plantation fields there. This disagreement between the North and South led to the Civil War. Jack

The Ice Wizard had a younger sister who loved him more than anything in the world. One day they fought over something foolish. He lost his temper and told her to leave him alone forever. She ran down to the sea in tears. There she found a flock of swan maidens. They gave her a white feathered dress. She put on the dress and became a swan maiden herself. She flew

frustration metastasizes to anger. Anger wants an outlet and a victim.

I could not understand why men who knew all about good and evil could hate and kill each other.

I clung to my ferocious habits, yet half despised them; I continued my war against civilization, and yet entertained a wish to belong to it.

By the sacred earth on which I kneel, by the shades that wander near me, by the deep and eternal grief that I feel, I swear; and by thee, O Night, and the spirits that preside over thee, to pursue the demon who caused this misery, until he or I shall perish in mortal conflict.

There is love in me the likes of which you've never seen. There is rage in me the likes of which should never escape. If I am not satisfied in the one, I will indulge the other.

My internal being was in a state of insurrection and turmoil; I felt that order would thence arise, but I had no power to produce it. By

Shall I not then hate them who abhor me?

Listen to me, Frankenstein. You accuse me of murder, and yet you would, with a satisfied conscience, destroy your own creature.

pero yo no era dueño, sino esclavo, de unas pasiones que me horrorizaban y a la vez no podía resistir.

Tapi sekarang, setelah merasakan kesedihan, bagiku manusia kelihatan sebagai serigala yang ingin saling memakan sesamanya.

I could have torn him limb from limb, as the lion rends the antelope. But my heart sank within me as with bitter sickness, and I refrained. I

I had feelings of affection, and they were requited by detestation and scorn. Man! You

I was the slave, not the master, of an impulse, which I detested, yet could not disobey.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy one, I will indulge in the other.

avoided explanation, and maintained a continual silence concerning the wretch I had created. I had a feeling that I should be supposed mad, and this for ever chained my tongue, when I would have given the whole world to have confided the fatal secret.

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the ... If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other." ? Mary Shelley, Frankenstein