Quotes about Conflict

Si tout autour de moi, est monotone et décoloré, n'y a-t-il pas en moi une tempête, une lutte, une tragédie?

Friend' is sometimes a word devoid of meaning; enemy, never.

War has frightful beauties which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the bodies of the dead after the victory. The dawn which follows a battle always rises on naked corpses.

Factions are blind men who aim correctly.

A harmony established contrary to sense is often more onerous than a war.

with the exception of wars of liberation, everything that armies do is by foul means.

In democratic states, the only governments founded on justice, it sometimes happens that a faction usurps power; then the whole rises up, and the necessary vindication of its right may go so far as armed conflict.

You know—we've had to imagine the war here, and we have imagined that it was being fought by aging men like ourselves. We had forgotten that wars were fought by babies. When I saw those freshly shaved faces, it was a shock. "My God, my God—" I said to myself, "it's the Children's Crusade."

Love is a battle she said smiling, And I plan on going fighting 'til the end. Love is a battle? well, I don't feel at all like fighting, and he left.

How would I explain to him that I couldn't make peace with him? How would I explain that if I did I would immediately lose my inner balance? How would I explain that one of the arms of my internal scales would suddenly shoot upward? How would I explain that my hatred of him counterbalanced the weight of evil that had fallen on my youth? How would I explain that he embodied all the evils in my life? How would I explain to him that I needed to hate him?

for the first time in his life, sex is located away from all danger, away from conflict and drama, away from persecution, away from any accusation, away from worries; he has nothing to take care of, love is taking care of him, love as he's always wanted it and never had it: love-repose; love-oblivion; love-desertion; love-carefreeness; love-meaningless.

Then what do you care about?' 'Love', she said with a smile. 'Love?' Franz asked in amazement. 'Love is a battle', said Marie-Claude, still smiling. 'And I plan to go on fighting. To the end.' 'Love is a battle? said Franz. 'Well, I don't feel at all like fighting.' And he left.