Quotes About War

La política de aquellos cuya meta está más allá del tiempo es siempre pacífica; son los idólatras del pasado y el futuro, del recuerdo reaccionario y del sueño utópico, los que desencadenan las persecuciones y las guerras.

The philosophy that rationalizes power politics and justifies war and military training is always (whatever the official religion of the politicians and war makers) some wildly unrealistic doctrine of national, racial or ideological idolatry, having, as its inevitable corollaries, the notions of Herrenvolk and "the lesser breeds without the Law.

Where there are wars, where there are divided allegiances, where there are temptations to be resisted, objects of love to be fought for or defended -- there, obviously, nobility and heroism have some sense. But there aren't any wars nowadays. The greatest care is taken to prevent you from loving any one too much.

The philosophy that rationalizes power politics and justifies war and military training is always (whatever the religion of the politicians and the war makers) some wildly unrealistic doctrine of national, racial, or ideological idolatry, having, as inevitable corollaries the notions of Herrenvolk and "lesser breeds without the law.

A War Memorial was, in its very nature, a work dedicated to God. It was a token of thankfulness that the first stage in the culminating world–war had been crowned by the triumph of righteousness; it was at the same time a visibly embodied supplication that God might not long delay the Advent which alone could bring the final peace.

The love and war in the previous injunctions are of the nature of sport, where one respects, and learns from the opponent, but never interferes with him, outside the actual game. To seek to dominate or influence another is to seek to deform or destroy him; and he is a necessary part of one's own Universe, that is, of one's self.

The technical developments of almost every form of wealth [e.g., oil, minerals] are the forebears of Big Business; and Big Business, directly or indirectly, is the immediate cause of War.

Do not ever believe anyone who tells you that he is not afraid of anything, and that whistling bullets is the sweetest music for him. That man is either a madman or a liar.

Quando cade un quadro. Quando ti svegli un mattino, e non la ami più. Quando apri il giornale e leggi che è scoppiata la guerra. Quando vedi un treno e pensi io devo andarmene da qui. Quando ti guardi allo specchio e ti accorgi che sei vecchio.

Quando cade un quadro. Quando ti svegli, un mattino, e non la ami più. Quando apri il giornale e leggi è scoppiata la guerra. Quando vedi un treno e pensi io devo andarmene da qui. Quando ti guardi allo specchio e ti accorgi che sei vecchio. Quando, in mezzo all'Oceano, Novecento alzò lo sguardo dal piatto e mi disse: "A New York, fra tre giorni, io scenderò da questa nave". Ci rimasi secco. Fran.

No, ogni uomo nobile e saggio ama la sua donna e ne ha cura come io con tutto il cuore amavo la mia, e non importava se era una schiava di guerra. (Achille, da Omero, Iliade)

Voglio raccontarvi quel che so, perchè anche voi capiate quello che io ho capito: la guerra è un'ossessione dei vecchi, che mandano i giovani a combatterla.

Riusciremo, prima o poi, a portar via Achille da quella micidiale guerra. E non saranno la paura né l'orrore a riportarlo a casa. Sarà una qualche, diversa, bellezza, più accecante della sua, e infinitamente più mite. (Postilla di Omero, Iliade)

Io sapevo suonare la tromba. È sorprendente come sia inutile, suonare una tromba, quando c'hai una guerra intorno. E addosso.

I often thought about him during the war; if only Novecento were here, who knows what he'd do, what he'd say. 'Fuck war', he'd say. But somehow, coming from me, it wasn't the same.

below. After the war had been won by Germany, it was supposed to become a shrine. There is a central circle with provision for an eternal flame in the center

If more women were in power, they wouldn't let wars break out, she said. Women can't be bothered with all this fighting. We see war for what it is- a matter of broken bodies and crying mothers.

She imagined what it must be like to have Charlie's mind - to believe that red shoes are faster then other shoes; to believe, as he did, that ducks could drive fire engines and that pigs built houses out of bricks and straw. There were plenty of people who weren't three-and-three-quarters who believed equally implausible things...and when to war over them.

All over the world, I think, it is much the same. People want to escape places where there is war and poverty, and not enough water even. Or too much water. And they look at places where there is peace and good government and they think: Why can't I go there? They just want to work and have a roof over their heads and not wake up to the sound of bombs and gunfire. That's all they want.

The schools wear the blank faces of war buildings, their windows blown blind by rocks or guns or mortars. Their plaster is an acne of bullet marks. The huts and small houses crouch open and vulnerable; their doors are flimsy pieces of plyboard or sacks hanging and lank. Children and chickens and dogs scratch in the red, raw soil and stare at us as we drive through their open, eroding lives.

At morning assembly we were read the words of Cyprian of Carthage: 'Let us on both sides of death always pray for one another.' Then we bowed our heads and beseeched God to protect our troops, and to send us peace and plentiful rain, and to grant us an ample harvest. But God remained pretty meager with his miracles: the dead stayed dead, the war went on, the rain either came too early and too strong or not at all, and the harvest depended in whether or not we'd had eelworm and blight.

The only people who think war is a glorious game are the bloody fools who've never had to be on the pointy end of it.

The faint of lemon verbena surrounded her, floating gently from Eleanor Butler's silk gown and silken hair. It was the fragrance that had always been part of Ellen O'Hara, the scent for Scarlett of comfort, of safety, of love, of life before the War

In war, the only true victory is peace.