fighting

One moment it was there, another moment it is gone. One moment we are here, and another moment we have gone. And for this simple moment, how much fuss we make! How much violence, ambition, struggle, conflict, anger, hatred, just for this small moment! Just waiting for the train in a waiting room on a station, and creating so much fuss: fighting, hurting each other, trying to possess, trying to boss, trying to dominate - all that politics. And then the train comes and you are gone forever.

I don't mind having to fight large, well armed adversaries with nothing but a slingshot. In fact, a slingshot is all I have ever had to fight them with.

It takes two to quarrel, but only one to end it.

He who lives by fighting with an enemy has an interest in the preservation of the enemy's life.

"When you were looking for the big fight, the moment that you thought i would knock everything over, nothing much happened at all." (written from perspective of the character Cecilia in The Patron Saint of Liars)

Only a fool fights in a burning house.

Only Those who Know How to Fight, Know How to Love. 

"Nothing worth having in life was ever gained easily."

...strange, there's so much religion in the world, but only enough to make us fight over what's right, not enough to make us love one another.

Justice to the left of you. Justice to the right. Speak when you are spoken to. Don't pretend you're right. This life's not for living. It's for fighting and for wars. No matter what the truth is. Hold on to what is yours.