Quotes About Conflict

You've got the watches," say the Taliban, "but we've got the time.

Now it's 1967. Nasser and the Arabs are saying to themselves: The Jews have beaten us in Round One and Round Two, but we will wipe them out for good in Round Three.

The capacity for empathy and self-restraint will serve us powerfully, not only in our external wars but in the conflicts within our own hearts.

I must carry on—for my mates, for England, for Rose and for our child. The alternative is unthinkable. With this, I understand the perverse logic of war and the true tragedy of armed conflict. The enemy against whom we fight are human beings like ourselves, individuals with whom each of us might have been friends except for the deranged fictions of nation, doctrine, race and religion, and whom now we must murder (as they seek to murder us) in the name of those very same fictions.

The sarissa's song is a sad song. He pipes it soft and low. I would ply a gentler trade, says he, But war is all I know.

In frontline dressing stations, wounded men of Axis and Allied armies often received treatment side by side, on no few occasions from German and British medical officers working shoulder to shoulder. The leading exemplar of this code was Rommel himself. When orders from Hitler mandated the execution of captured British commandos, Rommel tossed the document into the trash.

From what I've seen, the operations of war are constituted less of glorious attacks and valiant defences and more of an ongoing succession of mundane and often excruciating balls-ups.

They peck a man's asshole out

Strife is life's oldest and most holy fundament.

Creating soap opera in our lives is a symptom of Resistance.

Egyptians cannot believe Israelis are all

Our guns do not strip the foe of life with surgical strokes. They take them in a holocaust.

Memoirs of the North Africa campaign attest that, fierce and brutal as much of the fighting was, relations between individual enemies retained a quality of forbearance that seems, today, almost impossible to imagine. This

Da li je mogu?e da u isto vrijeme nešto i želite i ne želite? Da požuda ide ruku pod ruku sa strahom?

Where ends the war without a brain and heart to conduct it ?

Lord, I pray for an end to this conflict and a breaking of the hold strife has on us. Take away the hurt and the armor we've put up to protect ourselves. Lift us out of the pit of unforgiveness. Speak through us so that our words reflect Your love, peace, and reconciliation. Tear down this wall between us and teach us how to walk through it. Enable us to rise up from this paralysis and move into the healing and wholeness You have for us.

I backhanded him, he punched me and it was a red rag to a bull. I hit him a few times around the face – hard, but not letting myself go – until the door lads came over and grabbed him to drag him

I've spent decades waking up every morning eager to fight Democrats, trying to gain every bit of advantage for every battle. God knows we made mistakes and played too often on the dark side. But I never woke up knowing that somewhere out there a Russian agent was waking up with the same job I had.

Right." He smiled. "Only war we've got, you know. Bit like your Vietnam." From anyone else his tone would have been too like the way the British sound in old movies. From Mark it seemed

Sometimes a friend is a person who shares your enemies.

hear it again." "I'm listening." "We've got a good business here, but you're screwing it up." "What are you talking

The Palestinians try hard to forget when they should remember. The Israelis try hard to remember when they should forget. The Palestinians refuse to be victims. The Israelis make sure that they remain the only victims.

Only then did I realise that for me, and many others, Israel was virtual. For Murad, Israel was 'home.' Israel was a reality; a harsh reality.

When it comes to Jews, you have a two-thousand-year memory, but when it comes to us Palestinians, you have a sixty-year amnesia.