Quotes from B?o Ninh

M? ki?p, hòa-bình ch?ng qua là th? cây m?c lên t? máu th?t bao anh em mình, ?? ch?a l?i chút x??ng. Mà nh?ng ng??i ???c phân công n?m l?i gác r?ng le là nh?ng ng??i ?áng s?ng nh?t.

Ngh?a v? c?a m?t con ng??i tr??c Tr?i ??t là s?ng ch? không ph?i là hy sinh nó, là n?m tr?i s? ??i m?t cách ?? ngành ng?n ch? không ph?i là ch?i b?

D??i âm ty ng??i ta ch?ng nh? chi?n tranh là cái trò gì n?a ?âu. Chém gi?t là s? nghi?p c?a nh?ng th?ng ?ang s?ng.

Bu?n l?m. Th??ng l?m. Ai oán. D??i m? sâu ng??i ?âu còn là ng??i. Nhìn nhau. Hi?u nhau mà không làm gì ???c cho nhau.

On the opposite side of the street, children gather around a blind man who sells colourful balloons.

On bad nights he would lose control altogether and break down, sobbing into his pillow. Yet he knew that if she returned to him both of them would suffer again.

Nh?ng t?t c? nh?ng gì b? chi?n tranh nghi?n nát thì d? âm l?i b?n lâu, b?n lâu h?n t?t c? các tàn tích c?a chi?n tranh và chinh bi?n.

Chao ôi! Chi?n tranh là cõi không nhà, không c?a, lang thang kh?n kh? và phiêu b?t v? ??i, là cõi không ?àn ông, không ?àn bà, là th? gi?i b?t s?u vô c?m và tuy?t t? kh?ng khi?p nh?t c?a dòng gi?ng con ng??i!

? ??i có nh?ng chuy?n khi c?n bi?t thì ta không bi?t không hi?u, khi bi?t ???c, hi?u ???c thì ?ã ch?ng còn ?? làm gì n?a. Tuy th? bi?t ???c thì v?n h?n là không...

My memories of that time are fleeting, but they will never vanish completely, because the unexpected encounters of our lives will always remain with us, causing us great pain in the silent ways we evoke them.

Stories, humorous, heart-rending, arose every day. Anywhere people were jammed up close together and forced to share their lives.

They were powerless against the frenzied forces of young love which now controlled their bodies

Those small acts f love were an omen of terrible events to come

Those small acts of love were an omen of terrible events to come.

He wanted to etch into his heart these memories, and wondered how he could have forgotten this tragedy for so many years.

But war was a world with no home, no roof, no comforts. A miserable journey, of endless drifting. War was a world without real men, without real women, without feeling.

Under the ground in the grave human beings aren't the same. You can look at each other, understand each other, but you can't do anything for each other." "If we found a way to tell them news of a victory, would they be happier?" Kien asked. "Come on! Even if we could, what would be the point? People in hell don't give a damn about wars. They don't remember killing. Killing is a career for the living, not the dead.

The girls? We sacrificed them to the water spirit, sir. We used their bodies as an offering. They cried and carried on like crazy." Kien's scouts drew their bayonets. Lien held them back. "Stop! Don't. Perhaps these guys might also want to cry like crazy as the girls did before they died. They won't want to die immediately, will they?

Hòa bình ?p t?i ph? phàng, choáng váng ??t tr?i và xiêu ??o lòng ng??i, gây bàng hoàng, gây ?au ??n nhi?u h?n là m?ng vui.

??i ng??i ch? có gang tay, ??a nào hay ng? ch? còn n?a gang…

It was from that moment, when Phuong was violently taken from him, that the bloodshed truly began and his life entered into bloody suffering and failure. And he would understand true sacrifice: friends who would die to save others.