Quotes About War

Cada guerra que ha estallado a partir de 1945 ha dado pie a una gran cantidad de legislación y a la creación de más grupos de derechos humanos para presionar al mundo sobre valores occidentales humanísticos

It is not that you know nothing about war, young man. It is that you have learnt one thing. And war is many things.

I am one who believes that we are, in fact, engaged in a worldwide war against terrorism. We must have the serenity to accept the fact that war is not going to go away if we ignore it.

You can't make war in the Middle East without Egypt and you can't make peace without Syria.

The abolitionists set it up, the defeat of the Confederacy made it imperative. It was freely admitted that it "confers on Congress the power to invade any state to enforce the freedom of the African in war or peace.

He raised his hands, not to strike, but in benediction. Lincoln was the grandest figure of the fiercest civil war. He is the gentlest memory of our world.

War never can be the interest of a trading nation any more than quarreling can be profitable to a man in business. But to make war with those who trade with us is like setting a bull-dog upon a customer at the shop-door.

He knew some of the signs of post-traumatic stress disorder and she had now survived two near-fatal attacks. In the immediate aftermath of losing half his leg in Afghanistan, he, too, had experienced dissociation, finding himself suddenly and abruptly removed from his present surroundings to those few seconds of acute foreboding and terror that had preceded the disintegration of the Viking in which he had been sitting, and of his body and military career.

I've only got one leg." "Don't be silly…" "I'm not being silly…it got blown off in Afghanistan." "Poor baby…" she whispered. "I'll rub it better." "Yeah—that's not my leg…It's helping, though…

Unless Russia is faced with an iron fist and strong language another war is in the making. Only one language do they understand—'How many divisions have you?

War is nothing less than a temporary repeal of the principles of virtue. It is a system out of which almost all the virtues are excluded, and in which nearly all the vices are included.

I wanted to leave the whole war behind me, and yet I was seeing something on that battlefield that demanded commemoration. It was unholy ground, but I wanted to thank God for showing it to me. I would never again look at a man without wondering what crimes he was capable of committing. That seemed important to know.

In the Somme valley, the back of language broke. It could no longer carry its former meanings. World War I changed the life of words and images in art, radically and forever. It brought our culture into the age of mass-produced, industrialized death. This, at first, was indescribable.

But not all Gaza residents were committed to the war. A reporter asked one of the Arabs what he most wanted. He was a taxi driver, father of ten. All he wanted was 'to eat and to work.' What did he think of Nasser? 'Nasser is good, Israel is good, America is good, Britain is good, Canada is good, India is good, Anything is good.

Hearst was eager to stoke the flames of conflict between Spain and the United States over Cuba and sent Frederick Remington the photographer, who could find no signs of war. In a famous exchange of cables, Hearst responded to Remington, "You provide the pictures; I'll provide the war."10

La Belle Aurore. The Germans wore gray; she wore blue.

On August 2, Germany and Turkey had signed a defensive alliance against Russia. The Turks were reluctant, however, to take the actual step into war and the German embassy in Constantinople was recommending application of pressure on the grand vizier and his Cabinet. The sight of Goeben anchored off the Golden Horn was thought likely to offer formidable persuasion.

They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again.

Voltaire rubbed salt into these wounds by denouncing war as the "great illusion." "The victorious nation never profits from the spoils of the conquered; it pays for everything," he said. "It suffers as much when its armies are successful as when they are defeated. Whoever wins, humanity loses.

but the soldier only shook his head and said, "They say it is a wide road that leads to war and only a narrow path that leads home again.

THERE WAS NOTHING INEVITABLE about this turn of events. No divine providence or progressive teleology, no unfolding Hegelian dialectic required that liberalism triumph after World War II.

The brave men and women, who serve their country and as a result, live constantly with the war inside them, exist in a world of chaos. But the turmoil they experience isn't who they are; the PTSD invades their minds and bodies.

Attunement of one's feet to the bald and hairy earth. Consider the blackbird, perched on a reed, a north wind blowing, the water torn. Now is the poem's beginning, even at this late hour in the span of everywhere. Consider the lovers, with not enough arms for all their need to embrace. Or, if you prefer, consider the madness of wars, the impossible weight of oceans. And even if we had been there, would we have laughed or cried?

if you thought like Sherman and there was a nest of treason to be found, Columbia was in your crosshairs.