Quotes about Conflict
                        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
                        
                
                        But David felt something else as well. A tension. A hesitation. Something wasn't exactly right about all of this. But that inner hesitation made no sense in light of the circumstances in which he and his loyal men found themselves.
                    — Andy Stanley