Quotes About Conflict

Next to the coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Americans love to fight, traditionally. All real Americans love the sting and clash of battle.

How seamless seemed love and then came trouble!

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

Hatred like love feeds on the merest trifles.

I want love to roll me over slowly stick a knife inside me, and twist it all around.... I want love to walk right up and bite me grab a hold of me and fight me leave me dying on the ground.

Love is friendship set on fire. Hate is friendship burned.

You hurt the ones you love the most. Because it hurts you the most.

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

Politics is such a torment that I advise everyone I love not to mix with it.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

I would spar with the boys at school. This guy I had a crush on, we called him Spitfire -- I gave him a bloody nose and lip, so needless to say the romance did not work out!

People love nobody as much as they do their hatred.

Fiction is love and hate and agreement and conflict and common adventure, not lonely musings on have-beens and might-have-beens.

I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, "Please - a little less love, and a little more common decency."

Quarrels in France strengthen a love affair, in America they end it.

Love your enemy. But don't forget he is not your friend

It's never good to fall in love with someone whom you'd have to stab in the eyeballs to elicit a response.

Through the machineries of greed, pettiness, and the abuse of power, love occurs.

It takes two to make a love affair and a mans meat is too often a woman's poison.

I love nature but against my better judgment.

Do we loathe our masters behind a facade of love - or do we love them behind a facade of loathing?