Quotes About War

sad to say, not all men that die are killed by me.

In bloody days, swords were worth more than gods.

Maybe you should try sticking to one side or the other.' 'Why ever would anyone do that?' Cosca raised his flask, took a sip and smacked his lips in satisfaction. 'It's a war. There is no right side.

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

But that's war for you. An ugly business that only leaves bad men better off. Why folk insisted on singing about great warriors all the time, Rikke couldn't have said. Why not sing about really good fishermen, or bakers, or roofers, or some other folk who actually left the world a better place, rather than heaping up corpses and setting fire to things? Was that behaviour to encourage?

Aliz sighed. "War is terrible, isn't it?" "It blights the landscape, throttles commerce and industry, kills the innocent and rewards the guilty, thrusts honest men into poverty and lines the pockets of profiteers, and in the end produces nothing but corpses, monuments and tall tales.

Just keep in mind what Rudd Threetrees once told me. Let's us get them killed, and not the other way round.' Wonderful grinned. 'Best damn advice about war I ever heard.

War's ninety-nine parts boredom and, now and then, one part arse-opening terror. Craw had a powerful sense one of those was about to drop on him from a height.

That blood only makes more blood. That settling one score only starts another. That war gives a bastard of a sour taste to any man that's not half-mad, and it only gets worse with time.' She didn't disagree. 'So you know why I'd rather be free of it. Make something grow. Something to be proud of, instead of just breaking. Be . . . a good man, I guess.

You seem happy enough," came Monza's voice, "for a man about to risk his life." Shiver's opened his eyes and turned his grin on her. "I've made peace with myself." "Good for you. That's the hardest war of all to win." "Didn't say I won. Just stopped fighting." "I'm starting to think that's the only victory worth a shit," she muttered, almost to herself.

Sometimes Wile wondered whether a cause could be right that needed folk burned, cut and otherwise mutilated.

Ain't they people too, though?" muttered Beck, thinking of the face of that Union man lying dead in the shack yesterday. "Just like us?" Whirrun squinted across at him. "More than likely they are. But if you start thinking like that, well… you'll get no one killed at all.

War without fire is as worthless as sausages without mustard" Henry V

In war, you seize all the high ground you can.' He lifted the egg to his lips, looking small between his big finger and thumb. 'Except the moral kind.' And he sucked the insides out through the hole. 'That ain't worth shit.

I've made peace with myself." "Good for you. That's the hardest war of all to win." "Didn't say I won. Just stopped fighting.

We are leaders. War is what happens when we fail.

War is but the pricking point of politics.

Clover strolled past, shaking his head. What a waste. Waste of people, waste of things, waste of effort. But that was war for you. Nothing he hadn't seen a dozen times before. If the Great Wolf wanted to decorate his new land with corpses and have creaking ropes for music, then who was he to complain?

War is terrible, isn't it?' 'It blights the landscape, throttles commerce and industry, kills the innocent and rewards the guilty, thrusts honest men into poverty and lines the pockets of profiteers, and in the end produces nothing but corpses, monuments and tall tales.

But being right is of little value in war.

War's ninety-nine parts boredom and, now and then, one part arse-opening terror.

We are leaders. War is what happens when we fail. Or are pushed into failure by the rash and the foolish. Victory is better than defeat, but… not by much.

There can be no peace with the damn Vanstermen,

En la guerra y cuando el combate acaba, si sigues con vida, te pones a cavar. A cavar las tumbas de los camaradas muertos. Se merecen esa postrer muestra de respeto, aunque tal vez no se lo tuvieras en vida. Cavas todo lo hondo que te apetezca, luego los tiras dentro, les echas un poco de tierra encima, ellos se pudren y tú los olvidas. Siempre se ha hecho así.