You know religion itself Eastern and Western is divisive and quarrelsome anyway.

When a mother quarrels with a daughter she has a double dose of unhappiness hers from the conflict and empathy with her daughter's from the conflict with her. Throughout her life a mother retains this special need to maintain a good relationship with her daughter.

Difference of religion breeds more quarrels than difference of politics.

The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own.

Cut quarrels out of literature and you will have very little history or drama or fiction or epic poetry left.

The peace movement is a great force for peace. Some of the world's most quarrelsome people act out their aggressions through the peace movement.

Thus anybody who follows this nature and gives way its states will be led into quarrels and conflicts and go against the conventions and rules of society and will end up a criminal.

I attribute the quarrelsome nature of the Middle Ages young men entirely to the want of the soothing weed.

In all private quarrels the duller nature is triumphant by reason of dullness.

Quarrels often arise in marriages when the bridal gifts are excessive.

The quarrels of lovers are the renewal of love.

Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.

The life and liberty and property and happiness of the common man throughout the world are at the absolute mercy of a few persons whom he has never seen involved in complicated quarrels that he has never heard of.

Family quarrels are bitter things. They don't go according to any rules. They're not like aches or wounds they're more like splits in the skin that won't heal because there's not enough material.

Time heals griefs and quarrels for we change and are no longer the same persons. Neither the offender nor the offended are any more themselves.

What I needed most was to love and to be loved eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me and sure enough I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy by suspicions and fear by burst of anger and quarrels.