Obliging Conflict Quotes & Sayings

The Father of Waters again goes unvexed to the sea. — Abraham Lincoln

When it comes to your children, you don't want hard. You don't want to see them hurt. — Katie McGarry

In God's mill even chaff becomes flour. — Isaac Bashevis Singer

God, he's so handsome when he smiles. And when he's not smiling. And when he's sleeping. And when he's awake. And when he's breathing. — Tammy Falkner

The Amida Buddha delivers those who recognize their own weakness and cowardice ... Those who admit their own faults and above all, those who believe ... A wholehearted trust in Amida Buddha gives peace of mind to those who've known despair. Even the most vicious and evil of sinners will attain salvation and be reborn in paradise ... Even a piece of shit like me! — Naoyuki Ochiai

I stick my neck out for nobody. — Humphrey Bogart

The rush to books and universities is like the rush to the public house. People want to drown their realization of the difficulties of living properly in this grotesque contemporary world, they want to forget their own deplorable inefficiency as artists in life. — Aldous Huxley

There's no question at all that the population explosion will come to an end. The two basic choices are it'll come to an end because we control our reproduction, and in many areas we have started to do so, or we'll end up with a high death rate. You have to take a personal moral stand on this. — Paul R. Ehrlich

I was lying ten and had a thirty-five foot putt. I whispered over my shoulder: "How does this one break?" And my caddie said, "Who cares?" — Jack Lemmon

Any man who takes Jesus Christ seriously becomes the target of the devil. Most church members do not give Satan enough trouble to arouse his opposition — Vance Havner

Why such haste? For a foolish hope? Why did his heart always insist on believing that there was a light in all the darkness? — Cornelia Funke

I am a freshwater girl. I live on the lake, and in New Jersey, that's rare. The girls on the other side of town have swimming pools, and the girls in the south have the seashore. Other girls are dry, breezy, salty, and bleached. I, on the other hand, am dark, grounded, heavy, and wet. Fed by springs, tangled in soft fernlike seaweed, I am closer to the earth. Saturated to the bone. I know it, and so do the freshwater boys, who prefer the taste of salt. — Wendy Wunder