Quotes About Conflict

algunas personas siguen siendo objeto de abusos porque no responden a la agresión.

Violence, after all, is no mystery. It's peace that's the mystery. Violence is the default.

El suceso inesperado puede ser también un conflicto conyugal, la muerte de la pareja o el divorcio u hospitalización de alguien cercano. Así pues, es un acontecimiento real lo que suele precipitar intensificación del miedo a la muerte y al juicio social.

No consigues la paz llevando la razón. Lo único que consigues es llevar la razón, mientras que a la otra persona le toca estar equivocada, es decir, derrotada y equivocada

After a few days of this degeneration, I decided to take the spoon back. I prepared for war. I set aside sufficient time. A patient adult can defeat a two-year-old, hard as that is to believe. As the saying goes: "Old age and treachery can always overcome youth and skill.

However, people are often willing to produce a lot of collateral damage if they can retain their theory.

There is no shortage of oppressors among the downtrodden, even if, given their lowly positions, many of them are only tyrannical wannabes. It's the easiest path to choose, moment to moment, although it's nothing but hell in the long run.

not with intent to destroy, or attain victory, because that's not the truth: that's just all-out war).

conflict in the present, in the service of longer-term truth and peace?

want to stand at a slight angle to another man, as opposed to directly in front of him. When a man faces another man, it creates for many a feeling of conflict and hostility, and it instantly takes the men out of rapport.

Jacob cut his gaze to me. I wasn't quiet sure how to convey, /I know we hate him, but based on the circumstances, it was the most logical thing to do/, with a nonverbal signal. I widened my eyes a little.

Maybe individual people seem irrational because they aren't really individuals! Each one of us is a little nation-state, doing our best to settle disputes and broker compromises between the squabbling voices that drive us.

It's amazing--my parents call everything a discussion. If I were standing across the street, firing a bazooka at my mother, while my father was launching mortar back at me, and Jeffery was charging down the driveway with a grenade in his teeth, my parents would say we should stop having this public "discussion".

What just cause can be found for the encounter of so many nations, or what hatred inspired them all to take arms against each other? It is proof that the human race lives for its kings, for it is at the mad impulse of one mind a slaughter of nations takes place, and at the whim of a haughty ruler that which nature has taken ages to produce perishes in a moment.

No te quiero, no te quiero, pero puedes persuadirme.

Porque se mata por tres razones: amor, dinero o venganza. Las demás son estúpidas; entre ellas, la guerra.

España daba vueltas en círculos desde los días de los Reyes Católicos: guerras, dictaduras, reyes engendrando hijos idiotas con primas, tías y medio hermanas, la Iglesia, el perpetuo anclaje en el pasado, los militares, más guerras, más curas, más incultura...

Pero aquí todos se me emborrachan igual. Si en lugar de matarnos unos a otros hubiéramos ido a beber, otro gallo nos habría cantado.

Los dos atrapados en medio de ninguna parte. Los dos sintiéndose residuos de un mundo en aras de desaparecer. Ni la vieja policía ni los viejos periodistas tenían cabida en lo que se avecinaba. El fascismo era control. Absoluto.

El amor es la más injusta de las emociones. No te deja vivir, y al mismo tiempo te impide morir.

Por fora água parada, por dentro uma fogueira acesa.

Güzel Kavga S?rf kavga etmiÅŸ olmak için, birine sald?rman?n, yumruklaÅŸarak toz toprak içinde yuvarlanman?n fiziksel hazz?n? yaÅŸamak amac?yla sebepsizce dövüÅŸüyorlard?. (...) Kavga etmek t?pk? ÅŸark? söylemek gibi, hikaye dinlemek, yalan söylemek, gece r?ht?mda oturup denizi düÅŸünmek gibi iyi geliyordu insana.

O Sem-Pernas sentia que uma angústia o tomava e que era impossível dormir. Se dormisse viriam os maus sonhos da cadeia. Queria que aparecesse alguém a quem ele pudesse torturar com dichotes. Queria uma briga. Pensou em ir acender um fósforo na perna de um que dormisse. Mas quando olhou da porta do trapiche, sentiu somente pena e uma doida vontade de fugir. E saiu correndo pelo areal, correndo sem fito, fugindo da sua angústia.

Me tienes harto. -A mí también me tengo harto.