arguing

Usually without realizing it, our ultimate peace starts and ends in the authority of God alone, which means the solution to living in joy, peace, and harmony with our fellow men has been here for all since the beginning of mankind and throughout civilization. I have yet to feel the urge to argue politics: it reminds me of getting off the freeway to sit in raging traffic.

You can not argue with stupid but you can certainly play with it.

Ravings, in short, jealousy of the past, the worst kind of all.

Let us agree that we are marrying so we can go on quarreling in the greatest comfort and convenience. Oh, please, Althea, look at me. Do say yes.

You can be justified in attacking someone, physically or verbally, but the satisfaction it brings is limited; it often leaves you with a bad feeling in the long run and gets you more involved with someone you'd like to stay away from.

The moment you start arguing with an ignorant fool, you have already lost.

I'm sure my parents must be proud. Or horrified. Or are bitterly arguing about whether they're proud or horrified, and have already hired lawyers to resolve the dispute. -Hayden Upchurch

Intellectual discourse and investigation is admittedly great fun but only truly meaningful when conducted in the service of others.

Being loud after drinking wine doesn't help. Being silent after drinking wine doesn't help. Nothing really ever gets solved either way.

Pride is always a better lever against the nobility than reason.

There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither one works. Don't bother.

Arguing with a woman is like reading the Software License Agreement. In the end, you ignore everything and click I agree.

It's hard to say which I like more, the perfectly happy days or the hours right after we've ended a good fight.

Silence isn't always agreement. Sometimes people no longer argue because they no longer care.

He__ looking at her with so much compassion. Like he knows what she__ going through. Like he cares about her. This is what she wanted to see after everything happened with Luke. Instead, she saw Jonah__ back, every time he turned and walked away from her.She blurts, __hy are you being nice to me?"She regrets it immediately. It__ the vulnerability talking. The fear. The adrenaline. For a second, she forgot the aloof, thick-skinned Hallelujah she needs to be.Jonah relaxes his grip. He looks away, out into the wet woods. He waits a long time before speaking. __uke told me.__allelujah is instantly tense. __uke told you what?__nother long pause. __hat he lied. About what happened that night.___hat happened?_ Rachel cuts in. __hat__ Luke lie about?__allelujah ignores her. She stays focused on Jonah, even though he won__ look at her. __hat__ he tell you originally?__onah flinches. __e made it . . . worse. Than what he told the adults. He said that that wasn__ the first time. And he said that you____ever mind,_ Hallelujah cuts in. __ can guess._ She__ heard the rumors. The persistent ones and the surprising, weird, creative ones. She bets there are a lot that she hasn__ heard, too. __one of that happened,_ she says softly but firmly, certain without even knowing exactly what Luke said. What Jonah heard. __one of it.___hat__ what he told me yesterday. I wanted to know why he was still__ He swallows, his Adam__ apple moving up and down. ____ heard him and Brad laughing about what they were gonna do to you this week, and I was like, enough is enough. Time to let it go. So I asked him what was up. Why he was still messing with you.___nd?_ Hallelujah asks.__nd he told me the truth: that he__ made most of it up. He said he had to keep you quiet. Plus, um. He said messing with you was fun.__allelujah lets that sink in. __ou really didn__ know it was a lie? You believed him this whole time?__onah suddenly looks right at her. His eyes plead. __ saw you, Hallie. And Luke was the only one of the two of you with a story to explain it.