Quotes About Death

A Bayonet's contrition is nothing to the dead.

He who is the author of a war lets loose the whole contagion of hell and opens a vein that bleeds a nation to death.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

Armies gather in the East for the war that's soon to come. Death will march with the mark of the beast, so seek the light and walk with the Son.

In nuclear war, all men are cremated equal.

That piecemeal peace is poor peace. What pure peace allows Alarms of wars, the daunting wars, the death of it?

It was close; but that's the way it is in war. You win or lose, live or die - and the difference is just an eyelash.

Death, in its silent sure march is fast gathering those whom I have longest loved, so that when he shall knock at my door, I will more willingly follow.

Mankind must give up war in the Atomic Era. What is at stake is the life or death of humanity.

There is a real split today between those who push the button and those who do the dying.

It is not a war. It is murder.

War will make corpses of us all.

Men like war: they do not hold much sway over birth, so they make up for it with death. Unlike women, men menstruate by shedding other people's blood.

You have to learn how to die if you wanna be alive.

War is not the only arena where peace is done to death. Wherever suffering is ignored, there will be the seeds of conflict, for suffering degrades and embitters and enrages.

Once we thought a few hundred corpses would be enough then we saw thousands were still too few and today we can't even count all the dead Everywhere you look.

I hate those men who would send into war youth to fight and die for them; the pride and cowardice of those old men, making their wars that boys must die.

Is war perhaps nothing else but a need to face death, to conquer and master it, to come out of it alive -- a peculiar form of denial of our mortality?

The prisoners still keep killing each other thay hung six yesterday thay fight all most every night in the stockade.

My feeling is that poetry will wither on the vine if you don't regularly come back to the simplest fundamentals of the poem: rhythm, rhyme, simple subjects - love, death, war.

Old enough to kill means old enough to die

Men will wrangle for religion, write for it, fight for it, die for it; anything but live for it.

Tell me, was it you or your brother who was killed in the war?

I'll be pleased when I'm dead. That will let me off worrying about all these wars.