Quotes About War

All the gods are dead except the god of war.

Lest I keep my complacent way I must remember somewhere out there a person died for me today. As long as there must be war, I ask and I must answer was I worth dying for?

Anyone who thinks must think of the next war as they would of suicide.

Lest I keep my complacent way, I must remember somewhere out there a person died for me today, As long as there must be war, I ask and I must answer was I worth dying for today?

If people only realized what a war goes on in a child's mind and heart in a situation of this kind, I think they would try to explain more than they do

Many of the boys I saw in hospitals are now leading happy and useful lives, but they carry with them, day after day, the results of the war. If we do not achieve the ends for which they sacrificed—a peaceful world in which there exists freedom from fear of both aggression and want—we have failed.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: "Todo el tiempo, día a día, tenemos que continuar luchando por la Libertad de Religión, la Libertad de Expresión y la Libertad para vivir sin miseria, por todas aquellas cosas que deben ser ganadas en la paz, así como en la guerra" (Eleanor Roosevelt)

It has always seemed to me a great pity that man's noblest instincts, his heroic self-sacrifice, his capacity to unite with his neighbor in a common cause, emerge only in times of disaster, such as war and fire and flood.

Our world was like that, full of words that killed: croup, tetanus, typhus, gas, war, lathe, rubble, work, bombardment, bomb, tuberculosis, infection. With these words and those years I bring back the many fears that accompanied me all my life.

Hungary felt increasingly like reading War and Peace: new characters came up every five minutes, with their unusual names and distinctive locutions, and you had to pay attention to them for a time, even though you might never see them again for the whole rest of the book.

What even differentiated a great and honorable war, where you were trying to secure some land by murdering people, from a shameful genocide, where you were trying to secure some land by murdering people?)

My father says that surviving a war makes you either very bitter or very frivolous.

For some soldiers, there's a greater war going on behind the gun's shadow of family and friends, than in front of the gun pointing at strange enemies.

Alive she was strikingly pretty. Dead she was so beautiful you could have raised an army to sack Troy just for possession of her casket

Men and women who venture to someone else's war through choice do so in a variety of guises. UN general, BBC correspondent, aid worker, mercenary: in the final analysis they all want the same thing, a hit off the action, a walk on the dark side. It's just a question of how slick a cover you give yourself, and how far you want to go. If you find a cause later then hold on to it, but never blind yourself with your own disguise. I

But if you stuck around long enough at the time, the dead and wounded piled up so quickly they squeezed one another off the narrow platforms of your memory.

Momilo had once explained to me the mentality of Bosnia's killers in a few short words: 'In the morning they hate themselves, in the afternoon the world.' So, Momilo, where are you now?

Humanity is as horrified and repulsed by real nature as it is by real death. Thus, we strike back against this formidable opponent with our sharpest weapon: our imagination. From this noble tool—born of necessity and elevated to beauty—culture was born, and the war against nature begun.

There are but two states to the primitive mind: warring and boring.

In the Middle East, the first lesson is the meaning of silence. The state of the spirit, it is believed, reveals itself in small tasks, rituals, all the things that war interrupts. I believe that the craftsman, the artist, the cook and the silversmith are peacemakers. They instill grace, they lull the world to calm. Sometimes it is better to imagine the past than to remember it.

Dictatorship, in its own twisted way, was understandable; repression was universal. War is so random, so arbitrary.

I have gone to war and now I can issue my complaint. I can sit on my porch and complain all day. And you must listen. Some of you will say to me: You signed the contract, you crying bitch, and you fought in a war because of your signature, no one held a gun to your head. This is true, but because I signed the contract and fulfilled my obligation to fight one of America's wars, I am entitled to speak, to say, I belong to a fucked situation.

It dosnt matter how many mr. and mrs. johnsons are anti war- the actuall killers who know how to use the weapons are not.

Was your old man in the war?" "He was in the air force. He built runways." "The fucking air farce. He ever tell you about it? Did he live?" "Yes, he lived. He spoke once about Vietnam." "If he only spoke about it once, he wasn't lying.