Quotes About War

He was caught somewhere between his mother's last kiss and the first kiss he would give his child, between the war that was and would be

She died in my arms saying, "I don't want to die." That is what death is like. It doesn't matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn't matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we could never have war anymore.

Allora il mio papà merita di stare nell'archivio' 'Cosa ti fa pensare che sia un bene starci?' 'Pechè vuol dire che uno è biograficamente significativo' 'E perché, questo è un bene?' 'Io voglio essere significativo.' 'Nove persone significative su dieci hanno a che fare coi soldi o con la guerra

We hebben oorlog gevoerd, of eigenlijk hebben we een oorlog laten voeren, tegen alle dieren die we eten. Deze oorlog is nieuw en heeft een naam: bio-industrie. De bio-industrie beschouwt de natuur als een obstakel dat overwonnen moet worden.

Golda Meir had told Anwar Sadat: "We can forgive you for killing our children, but we will never forgive you for making us kill yours.

The arm was the arm, and it was the arm - not her husband, or even herself - that she thought about seven years later, on June 28, 1941, as the first German war blasts shook her wooden house to its foundations, and her eyes rolled back in her head to view, before dying, her insides.

Human beings are the only animal that blushes, laughs, has religion, wages war, and kisses with lips. So in a way, the more you kiss with lips, the more human you are.

In another place, their sons were killed between the barbs of their own guard wire, killed with misfired bombs while squirming in the mire like animals, killed with friendly fire, killed sometimes without knowing that they were about to die - a bullet through the head while joking with a comrade, laughing

If we are not given the option to live without violence, we are given the choice to center our meals around harvest or slaughter, husbandry or war. We have chosen slaughter. We have chosen war. That's the truest version of our story of eating animals.

Cutting down that tree was my last war! I asked him who won, which I thought was a nice question, because it would let him say that he won, and feel proud. He said, The ax won! It's always that way!

We have waged war, or rather let a war be waged, against all of the animals we eat. This war is new and has a name: factory farming.

God's love for humankind is one of our present culture's allpervasive, invisible, unquestioned, and thus unconscious assumptions. When war shattered this assumption, American soldiers in Vietnam lost a sustaining idea.

Here I did three fucking combat tours serving my country and I feel like a fucking fugitive.

What a returning soldier needs most when leaving war is not a mental health professional but a living community to whom his experience matters. There is usually such a community close at hand: his or her surviving comrades. Men and women returning from combat should debrief as units, not as isolated individuals. Unit rotation [in my understanding, the lack of it] is the most important measure for secondary prevention of combat PTSD.

Fighting spirit, a ringing term that broadly refers to a soldier's readiness to move in on any enemy rather than flee or freeze, is essential for survival in combat...however, the folk culture of the American military, especially during the Vietnam War, merged fighting spirit with being berserk. Leadership beliefs encouraged the conversion of grief into berserk rage as a militarily desirable consequence.

descubrí cómo escritores prostituidos han extraviado al mundo hasta hacerle atribuir las mayores hazañas de la guerra a los cobardes, los más sabios consejos a los necios, sinceridad a los aduladores, virtud romana a los traidores a su país, piedad a los ateos, veracidad a los espías;

asked me, "what were the usual causes or motives that made one country go to war with another?"  I answered "they were innumerable; but I should only mention a few of the chief.  Sometimes the ambition of princes, who never think they have land or people enough to govern; sometimes the corruption of ministers, who engage their master in a war, in order to stifle or divert the clamour of the subjects against their evil administration. 

os nossos historiógrafos, há seis mil luas, não fazem referência a outras regiões senão aos dois grandes impérios de Lilipute e de Blefuscu. Estas duas poderosas potências têm, como ia dizendo, andado empenhadas, durante trinta e seis luas, numa guerra

Neither are any wars so furious and bloody, or of so long continuance, as those occasioned by difference in opinion, especially if it be in things indifferent.

Were it not for the influence of the Spirit of Christ in this world, we would see much more calamity, violence, natural catastrophes, war, and crime.

Con otra voz dijo que la guerra servía,como la mujer,para q se probaran los hombres,y que,antes de entrar en batalla,nadie sabía quién es.

De sus labios oí por primera vez el nombre del rey que era, Gunnlaug. Supe que librada la última guerra, miraba con recelo a los forasteros y que su hábito era crucificarlos. Para eludir ese destino, menos adecuado a un hombre que a un Dios, ...

Cu un glas schimbat, mi-a spus c? r?zboiul, ca È™i femeia, au fost f?cute ca s?-i pun? pe b?rbaÈ›i la încercare È™i c?, înainte de a intra în lupt?, nimeni nu È™tie cine este.

Your grandfather was a hero in a war, girls. He wasn't a bad man or a weak man. Maybe he was too old to have a second family, a second wife and your mother and me, so many years after he lost his first. Maybe he was too old to fight anymore, and that's why he let me be taken away. I've thought about this for years and years. All I know is there are no heroes in this world. Not really. Just men and women who become old and tired and lose the strength to fight for what they love any longer.