Quotes about Conflict
I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome except that they have orders to challenge all travelers and ask to see their papers. It is only orders that come between us. Those men are not fascists. I call them so, but they are not. They are poor men as we are. They should never be fighting against us and I do not like to think of the killing.
— Ernest Hemingway
Fish, the old man said. Fish, you are going to have to die anyway. Do you have to kill me too?
— Ernest Hemingway
Love is a dunghill, and I'm the cock that gets on it to crow.
— Ernest Hemingway
But people do. They love each other and they misunderstand on purpose and they fight and then suddenly they aren't the same one.
— Ernest Hemingway
I'd be glad to shoot you.' 'Would you?' 'No. There's a law against it.
— Ernest Hemingway
Harry looked at him and you could see the murder come in his face. ... Harry didn't say anything, but you could see the killing go out of his face and his eyes came open natural again.
— Ernest Hemingway
To win a war, we must kill our enemies.
— Ernest Hemingway
You are killing me, fish, the old man thought. But you have a right to. Never have I seen a greater, or more beautiful, or a calmer or more noble thing than you, brother. Come on and kill me. I do not care who kills who. Now
— Ernest Hemingway
I'm going back to Mike." I could feel her crying as I held her close. "He's so damned nice and he's so awful. He's my sort of thing.
— Ernest Hemingway
They got into a taxi and drove out to Rimmily Hissa along the Bosphorus, and around, and back in the cool night and went to bed and she felt as over-ripe as she looked but smooth, rose-petal, syrupy, smooth-bellied, big-breasted and needed no pillow under her buttocks, and he left her before she was awake looking blousy enough in the first daylight and turned up at the Pera Palace with a black eye, carrying his coat because one sleeve was missing.
— Ernest Hemingway
Perhaps wars weren't won any more. Maybe they went on forever. Maybe it was another Hundred Years' War.
— Ernest Hemingway
Nothing hinders morale more than when team members with separate agendas are pulling against one another.
— Andy Stanley