Quotes About Men

These men are not made of the same stuff as the Francis Drakes and the other magnificent adventurers who created the empire. These, after all, are the tired sons of a long line of rich men, and they will lose their empire."110

Too many of the men and women serving in Congress were political opportunists by habit, inclination, and experience. When a president was popular, they crowded in close, hoping to share in the limelight. But at the first sign of trouble or weakness they were only too eager to join the pack baying for his blood.

We arrive with our...'baggage' and for a while they're brilliant, they're 'Baggage Handlers.' We say, 'Where's your baggage?' They deny all knowledge of it...'They're in love'...they have none. Then...just as you're relaxing...a Great Big Juggernaut arrives...with their baggage. It Got Held Up. One of the greatest myths men have about women is that we overpack.

Is there any way we can get society right if we don't first get the church right? If that is true, then is there any way we can get the church right if we don't first get families right? If that is true, is there any way we can get families right, if we don't first get marriages right? And if that is true, is there any way we can get marriages right if we don't get men right?

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

For who needs devils when you have men?

Is this what war is? Is this what men want so much? Is this sposed to make them men?

War makes monsters of men," I say, quoting Ben from that night in the weird place where New World buried its dead. "And women," Mistress Coyle says.

But I will say also on yer first day that the attractiveness of power is something you should learn about before you get too much older, it's the thing that separates men from boys, tho not in the way most men think.

Siempre hay que escuchar con escepticismo la justificación de los hombres que matan

War is a monster. War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows. And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." Hw's looking at me now. " And otherwise normal men become monsters, too

Manchee and me are quiet as possible going past the front door of the Church. Praying Noise comes from inside, it's got a special feel to it, a special purply sick feel like men are bleeding it out, even tho it's always the same stuff but the purply blood just keeps on coming. Help us, save us, forgive us, help us, save us, forgive us, get us outta here, please, God, please, God, please, God, tho as far as I know no one's never heard no Noise back from this God fella.

War is a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes monsters of men. "Wrong," says the Mayor. "It's war that makes us men in the first place. Until there's war, we are only children.

War makes monsters of men, you once said to me, Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.

Roses! I swear you men have all your romance from the same worn book. Flowers are a good thing, a sweet thing to give a lady. But it is always roses, always red, and always perfect hothouse blooms when they can come by them.

Todos los hombres sabios temen tres cosas: la tormenta en el margo, la noche sin luna y la ira de un hombre apacible.

Bast looked down at the two men. After a moment he began to laugh too. It was a terrible sound, jagged and joyless. It was no human laugh.

Creedme: Esos hombres no saben nada del amor.

was the sort of anger that comes to a slow boil inside the hearts of good men who want justice, and finding it out of their grasp, decide vengeance is the next best thing. I

She rolled her eyes, exasperated. "I can't count the men who have tried to seduce me away from my virtue by teaching me how to defend it.

O que mais pode esperar - perguntou-lhe baixinho - de homens que têm demônios como vizinhos? Até o melhor dos cães é capaz de morder, se for chutado o suficiente.