Quotes About War

Então conto-lhes um par de histórias, que é de mentiras e patranhas que se faz a narração da guerra.

I went to jail for 11 days for disturbing the peace; I was trying to disturb the war.

Peace might sell, but who's buying?

because of my deep-seated opinion that war itself is a crime; that the killing of one child, the burning of one village, the dropping of one bomb sinks us into such depths of depravity that there's no use bickering over the particulars.

Everything's got a purpose, really - you just have to look for it. Cats are good at keeping old dogs alive. Loss helps you reach for gain. Death helps you celebrate life. War helps you work for peace. A flood makes you glad you're still standing. And a tall boy can stop the wind so a candle of hope can burn bright.

They marched. Not for themselves. They marched to remember the ones who didn't make it back. They marched because seeing so much loss can teach you about life. they marched because we're all fighting a war whether we know it or not...a war for our minds and souls and what we believe in.

The attendant walked closer. "Where'd you come from, soldier?" Tree tried to think of a recent war and coudn't, so he said, "Canada." The attendant looked surprised. "Canada?" "It was a secret mission," Grandpa said. "It saved the Republic," Wild Man whispered.

War within ourselves is always a prelude to war outside ourselves. All war starts within our own hearts. When our egos are inflated or our desires insatiable, we go to war with the other for the sad joy of maintaining our one-dimensional worlds.

Although we are necessarily concerned, in a chronicle of events, with physical action by the light of day, history suggests that the human spirit wanders farthest in the silent hours between midnight and dawn. Those dark fruitful hours, seldom recorded, whose secret flowerings breed peace and war, loves and hates, the crowning or uncrowning of heads.

Something had been taken away from him in the war, against his will, and he would never be the same. Years in labour camps, in mountains, in salt mines: only solitude was natural to him now. Some part of him was terminally tired. He was beyond intimacy. The pretence at normality, the weight of the past, the unreality of the days here had exhausted him.

You are going to get strong! You are going to walk!" "Mama, please!" "You want to know why? They take the weak ones first." Everything was always about the war.

She doesn't understand the concept of Roman numerals. She thought we just fought in world war eleven.

Wojna. Toczy si? na ?wiecie nieprzerwanie. Tam, gdzie wybucha, pojawia si? tak?e nadzieja

You told me ghouls were male. Rodan is male - and asinine. King Kong is male. I could've been a witch, but the Devil is male. Faust is male. The man who dropped the bomb on Hiroshima was male. I was never on the moon.

In this sense, the crisis of the Union was a crisis of communication. Northerners were waging war against the South with dangerous words; Southerners were trying to stifle those words with force, and the cross-fire was cutting off conversation, particularly in Congress, an institution grounded on open debate and free speech.

After all, words are what remain when all the deeds have been done. Words can shatter faith; start a war; change the course of history. A story can make your heart beat faster; topple walls; scale mountains - hey, a story can even raise the dead. And that's why the King of Stories ended up being the King of the gods; because writing history and making history are only the breadth of a page apart.

Rules are for children. This is war, and in war the only crime is to lose.

Knives,' muttered Calder, 'and threats, and bribes, and war?' Bayaz' eyes shone with the lamplight. 'Yes?' 'What kind of a fucking wizard are you?' 'The kind you obey.

The only difference between war and murder is the number of dead.

So you love war. I used to think you were a decent man. But I see now I was mistaken. You're a hero.

The smell of it. The feel of it." He rubbed one hand up and down the stained sheath of his sword, making a faint swishing sound. "War is honest. There's no lying to it. You don't have to say sorry here. Don't have to hide. You cannot. If you die? So what? You die among friends. Among worthy foes. You die looking the Great Leveller in the eye. If you live? Well, lad that's living, isn't it? A man isn't truly alive until he's facing death." Whirrun stamped his foot into the sod. "I love war!

Mercy and weakness are the same thing in war, and there's no prize for nice behavior.

A minister stands for Father Peace, but a good one is no stranger to Mother War.

War is not natural. We have to be trained for it, soldiers and citizens alike.