Internal Conflict Quotes
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“We’re built of contradictions, all of us. It’s those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and I’ll show you madness. We walk a narrow path, insanity to each side. A man without contradictions to balance him will soon veer off.”
― King of Thorns
― King of Thorns
“Dad, will they ever come back?"
"No. And yes." Dad tucked away his harmonica. "No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God knows what shape they'll come in next. But sunrise, noon, or at the latest, sunset tomorrow they'll show. They're on the road."
"Oh, no," said Will.
"Oh, yes, said Dad. "We got to watch out the rest of our lives. The fight's just begun."
They moved around the carousel slowly.
"What will they look like? How will we know them?"
"Why," said Dad, quietly, "maybe they're already here."
Both boys looked around swiftly.
But there was only the meadow, the machine, and themselves.
Will looked at Jim, at his father, and then down at his own body and hands. He glanced up at Dad.
Dad nodded, once, gravely, and then nodded at the carousel, and stepped up on it, and touched a brass pole.
Will stepped up beside him. Jim stepped up beside Will.
Jim stroked a horse's mane. Will patted a horse's shoulders.
The great machine softly tilted in the tides of night.
Just three times around, ahead, thought Will. Hey.
Just four times around, ahead, thought Jim. Boy.
Just ten times around, back, thought Charles Halloway. Lord.
Each read the thoughts in the other's eyes.
How easy, thought Will.
Just this once, thought Jim.
But then, thought Charles Halloway, once you start, you'd always come back. One more ride and one more ride. And, after awhile, you'd offer rides to friends, and more friends until finally...
The thought hit them all in the same quiet moment.
...finally you wind up owner of the carousel, keeper of the freaks...
proprietor for some small part of eternity of the traveling dark carnival shows....
Maybe, said their eyes, they're already here.”
― Something Wicked This Way Comes
"No. And yes." Dad tucked away his harmonica. "No not them. But yes, other people like them. Not in a carnival. God knows what shape they'll come in next. But sunrise, noon, or at the latest, sunset tomorrow they'll show. They're on the road."
"Oh, no," said Will.
"Oh, yes, said Dad. "We got to watch out the rest of our lives. The fight's just begun."
They moved around the carousel slowly.
"What will they look like? How will we know them?"
"Why," said Dad, quietly, "maybe they're already here."
Both boys looked around swiftly.
But there was only the meadow, the machine, and themselves.
Will looked at Jim, at his father, and then down at his own body and hands. He glanced up at Dad.
Dad nodded, once, gravely, and then nodded at the carousel, and stepped up on it, and touched a brass pole.
Will stepped up beside him. Jim stepped up beside Will.
Jim stroked a horse's mane. Will patted a horse's shoulders.
The great machine softly tilted in the tides of night.
Just three times around, ahead, thought Will. Hey.
Just four times around, ahead, thought Jim. Boy.
Just ten times around, back, thought Charles Halloway. Lord.
Each read the thoughts in the other's eyes.
How easy, thought Will.
Just this once, thought Jim.
But then, thought Charles Halloway, once you start, you'd always come back. One more ride and one more ride. And, after awhile, you'd offer rides to friends, and more friends until finally...
The thought hit them all in the same quiet moment.
...finally you wind up owner of the carousel, keeper of the freaks...
proprietor for some small part of eternity of the traveling dark carnival shows....
Maybe, said their eyes, they're already here.”
― Something Wicked This Way Comes
“We are split people. For myself, half of me wishes to sit quietly with legs crossed, letting the things that are beyond my control wash over me. But the other half wants to fight a holy war. Jihad! And certainly we could argue this out in the street, but I think, in the end, your past is not my past and your truth is not my truth and your solution---it is not my solution. So I do not know what it is you would like me to say. Truth and firmness is one suggestion, though there are many people you can ask if that answer does not satisfy. Personally, my hope lies in the last days. The prophet Muhammad---peace be upon Him!---tells us that on the Day of Resurrection everyone will be struck unconscious. Deaf and dumb. No chitchat. Tongueless. And what a bloody relief that will be.”
― White Teeth
― White Teeth
“Years already I'd been trying to understand what was inside me, while the rest of the world was trying it to tear it out.”
― Sharks in the Time of Saviors
― Sharks in the Time of Saviors
“The internal war you wage with yourself may not be seen by others, but is always felt by you!”
― Your Insight and Awareness Book: Your life is an expedition to discover the truth of yourself
― Your Insight and Awareness Book: Your life is an expedition to discover the truth of yourself
“What many may call 'the silent treatment' is sometimes merely a matter of some individual being angry while trying not to be angry - that internal war and self-reflection on whether or not the bomb should be dropped, and if so, in what way shall it be dropped.”
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“… I had promised myself to go and ask for his forgiveness one day, but now that he is no more, I have lost that chance of amendment, too.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“The inner wars, and the outer ones, go on while I pray and struggle; sometimes in the middle of a dark night of the soul I wonder how they became my wars to fight. And then I hear a voice that says, “Why not me?”
― Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music
― Sweet Judy Blue Eyes: My Life in Music
“I knew it would end. I pretended I didn't because that seemed like the human thing to do. But I knew. She wanted monogamy, indefinitely. It's who she was. I wanted non-monogamy, indeterminately. It's who I am. We settled on monogamy, indeterminately, sacrificing parts of ourselves to be together and calling it love.”
― Screaming into Pillows
― Screaming into Pillows
“… Why hadn’t I, too, been on board AI 666? We could all have been having bonhomie as dead as when alive…”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… Though I never agreed with him fully, a part of me wanted to listen to his words as if they contained kernel of truth and, yet another part, wanted to banish the echo of his words from my head …”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… Ganesh thought of Raman’s fragile frame and didn’t do what he could have done to him, and Dad … well … had I been Ganesh and he Raman, he would have shredded and thrown me to street dogs … I was his daughter and Raman, Ganesh’s none.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… Did you, too … think me a dog turd as Dad did? If not, why didn’t you fight, gouge his eyes out when he regretted you conceiving me? You know Mom; I felt like I was an illegitimate child dumped in a waste bin by her incestuous mother.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… I loved you, didn’t I, Dad? I could’ve come on one of these days to apologize to you for all my acts that had hurt you, only if you were there.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… The ferocious feeling of guilt within me, possesses me, time and again, shoving me to let them know. Nevertheless, how can I? Facts so explosive … every time I decide to tell, my courage fails me.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“… Why didn’t you ever tell me, Dad? I never loved you less than I did when you were so confident about the success of my tennis career; never.”
― The Foe Within
― The Foe Within
“One, should be mindful, the conflicts inside you are greater and more destructive than those involving others and the environment. The internal conflict, centers on decisions and choices; where confliction takes root. Should we push the button lite by the conscious or the one, others have chosen for us. If the heart is in the picture, run in that direction.”
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“Romanticism, when placed in the hands of a realist, is the psychological waging of war.”
― Screaming into Pillows
― Screaming into Pillows
“On days when I am still and quiet, I want her to remember that the real war wages on the inside.”
― Slow Dancing with The Stars
― Slow Dancing with The Stars
“... I shudder at the thought of what people might do with this freedom from duty. The majority of our race has become too dysfunctional to embrace such freedom productively. Most have become addicted to work as a means to escape their own internal discomfort. More free time could spur either a worldwide healing, or a rapid decline into chaos.”
― She Who Rose From Ashes
― She Who Rose From Ashes
“Sometimes simple words can rock your psyche and leave you struggling to find worth in your own life. When those words come from your parents, the scars are deeper and uglier.”
― Sand into Glass
― Sand into Glass
“So many claim holy purity
Whilst dipping their toes into forbidden infernos
Hidden shame haunts their purity cloak
Still smoldering from their last inquisition
Both 'purity' and 'forbidden' serve as their internal partition
Declaring both Heaven and Hell are within them.
Deanna Lawlis”
― Of Ashes and Embers: Exploring Self Awareness After Spiritual Trauma
Whilst dipping their toes into forbidden infernos
Hidden shame haunts their purity cloak
Still smoldering from their last inquisition
Both 'purity' and 'forbidden' serve as their internal partition
Declaring both Heaven and Hell are within them.
Deanna Lawlis”
― Of Ashes and Embers: Exploring Self Awareness After Spiritual Trauma
“You ask me about regret? Let me tell you a few things about regret, my darling. There is no end to it. You cannot find the beginning of the chain that brought us from there to here. Should you regret the whole chain, and the air in between, or each link separately, as if you could uncouple them? Do you regret the beginning which ended so badly, or just the ending itself? I’ve given more thought to this question than you can begin to imagine.”
― White Oleander
― White Oleander
“I don’t want to have this conversation with him. It really isn’t my place.
This is his life. His wife. His house. And I’m only going to be here for another two days at the most. I dry my hands on a towel just as the microwave beeps. He doesn’t move to open it because he’s too busy staring at me, attempting to coax more out of me with that look.”
― Verity
This is his life. His wife. His house. And I’m only going to be here for another two days at the most. I dry my hands on a towel just as the microwave beeps. He doesn’t move to open it because he’s too busy staring at me, attempting to coax more out of me with that look.”
― Verity
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