Quotes About War

He said he had it against Helmut Schauffler that he was the living, walking, detestable proof of a war won at considerable personal cost by one set of men, and wantonly thrown away by others

Britain declared war on Germany.

My factories may make an end of war sooner than your congresses. The day when two army corps can annihilate each other in one second, all civilized nations, it is to be hoped, will recoil from war and discharge their troops.

Perhaps the strength of American society in 1918 was only the brief by-product of the war spirit. In the next year or so race riots, bombings, and a hysterical red scare would give proof that Americans were not always filled with mutual love and respect, but for that moment in fall 1918, when everyone in the nation had a fever and aching muscles or personally knew someone who had, Americans did by and large act as if they were all, if not brothers and sisters, at least cousins.

July the incidence of influenza in the AEF had reached its lowest point since early spring. Only 99 men died of flu and pneumonia that month, and the number was expected to be even lower

World War I killed upwards of fifteen millions, wreaked immeasurable physical, social, and psychic damage, and left most of the citizens of the belligerent powers with a deep conviction that war must in some way be prohibited.

Did I? Daniel said. While we're here. Well. While we're here, let's just always hold out hope for the person who says it. Says what, Mr Gluck? Elisabeth said. Sure you want war? Daniel said.

L'amore se ne infischia del soldo, l'amore è più caldo del caldo. Che sia vinta la guerra o sia persa, è l'amore che il mondo attraversa. L'amore non fa rima né ha ragioni, l'amore rende pazzo chi lo ha. L'amore sopravvive alle stagioni […]. L'amore vince i giochi, ogni contesa, che scoppi sulla terra o dentro al mare. Nessuna risorsa è meglio spesa, di quelle bruciate per amare.

The following is a narrative poem. It became a huge success at the time of its publication, and inspired the 1944 movie The White Cliffs of Dover. It is about an American girl who visits London just before the First World War, marries, and stays in England during the succeeding years, including the start of the Second World War.

Knowing that our happiness Might never come again; I, not forgetting, "Till death us do part," Was outrageously happy With death in my heart. Lovers in peacetime With fifty years to live, Have time to tease and quarrel And question what to give; But lovers in wartime Better understand The fullness of living, With death close at hand.

When Johnnie went to France. Such a tame ending To a great romance-- Two lonely women With nothing much to do But get to know each other; She did and I did, too. Mornings at the Rectory, Learning how to roll Bandages, and always Saving light and coal. Oh, that house was bitter As winter closed in, In spite of heavy stockings And woolen next the skin. I was cold and wretched, And never unaware Of John more cold and wretched In a trench out there.

This was, I thought, the language of shy men, men too much alone with their reading and their ideas - politics, war, distant countries, tyrants. Men who would bury their heads in such stuff just to avert their eyes from a woman's simple heartache.

If you kill me in war, you kill a unique person with memories that light up inside me in fiery messages from my past, my electric past.

Não causa espanto que Marte seja o Deus da guerra e dos conflitos, assim como do progresso e da indústria. Ele destrói, reconstrói e volta a destruir. 'A guerra é o grande acelerador.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life.

Men were made for war. Without it they wandered greyly about, getting under the feet of the women, who were trying to organize the really important things of life. When they couldn't make war men made money - and trouble and a dreadful nuisance of themselves.

War contributes greatly to global warming, which shouldn't surprise us. All those bombs going off, all those rockets, all those planes and helicopters. All that fuel of various kinds being used. It pollutes the air and water of this very fragile and interconnected planet.

Men make war to get attention. All killing is an expression of self-hate.

Les hommes peuvent bien s'entretuer jusqu'au dernier, ils ne tueront jamais la vie. La vie a raison des hommes, elle passe outre. [...] À mon insu je pense aux mères yougoslaves. Je comprends leur obstination à procréer, au milieu des bombes. Je comprends leur volonté de tuer la mort, leur idéalisme farouche. Malgré la guerre, ou grâce à elle. Car la maternité n'est-elle pas aussi devoir de restitution et de transmission, acte de mémoire et de foi?

Some say an army of horsemen some an army on foot others say ships laden for war are the fairest things on earth. But I say the fairest sight on this dark earth is the face of the one you love. Nor is it hard to understand: love has humbled the hearts of the proudest queens. And I would rather see you now stepping over my threshold than any soldier greaved in gold or any iron-beaked ship.

The Nazis have given up

There is a peculiar burning odor in the room, like explosives. the kitchen fills with smoke and the hot, sweet, ashy smell of scorched cookies. The war has begun.

Back in another untroubled summer, that of 1870, the British foreign secretary Lord Granville, gazing up from Whitehall, could detect "not a cloud in the sky." Yet a month later, Europe would be torn asunder by the Franco-Prussian War, marking the end of a century of Pax Britannica and all its optimistic assumptions.

The Guns of Navarone