Quotes About War

He's not a villain," Dorcas said, "He's a hero who happens to be on the other side of the war.

What are kings good for, from the perspective of the common people, except dragging your folk off to fight in other kings' wars?

Dragons, it seemed, knew about death and war. But not so much about baking.

Sleep on and on, war's over soon. Drop the silly, harmless toy, pick up the moon. Lullaby.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

What is it exactly," she asked, "that they mean by freedom? What does it affect? What is it besides an excuse for war?

The postwar canonizing of Southern heroes, together with the cultivation of the plantation myth, which conjured an antebellum golden age, effectively destroyed the narrative of emancipation, which had been written in the blood of war

The army which only eleven years before had brought an ignominious end to the war against the Boers was disastrously under-manned, and called for volunteers. Young men flocked to the colours in droves, as they always had, fired with the spirit of adventure and mistaking it for patriotism.

This war has made a mockery of the arrogant fools we were. Our brother's life ended in a second; my own hung in the balance. And from what we have all heard, you have diced with death on a number of occasions." He held out his hand, saying, "I no longer have the stomach for finer feelings that are affronted by nothing at all, have you?

The war had made everyone a liar, thought Milan bitterly. The war had made it so that one could not distinguish at all between what was true and what false, between victims and perpetrators, or between perpetrators and perpetrators, or victims and victims.

There was one pharmacist in town, a Polish man. He was a friend of my father. I risked my life to go to him for medicine. Two, three times a week, I took off my armband and went. If the Germans would have seen me they would have shot me. I told the pharmacist I couldn't pay, I had no money. He said, "Miriam, take it and go.

His expression was suddenly serious as the tip of his finger traced her lips. "I never understood why history is filled with stories of men who waged wars over a woman they loved. There are many women in the world, and it was beyond my grasp what made one woman special enough to go to such extremes." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Now I understand.

That small caress, such a simple show of affection, unleashed something coiled deep within Kenric. In that moment he finally understood what drove men to wage wars over a woman, why a man would give almost anything to possess the woman he wanted above all others. No amount of gold, fame, or glory could come close to arousing the emotions she stirred in him. Nothing else in the world.

Without faith your mind gets fouled. Look at Cervantes. He was a man of faith and nothing fouled Cervantes, not even war and slavery. He wrote the first part of Don Quixote in prison.

There are no heroes on the battlefield, my lady; there are only survivors.

My dad was a man of his generation—the Greatest Generation, as it is called, because theirs was the one that grew up in the Depression and fought the Nazis in World War II. But theirs was also the generation of men who never talked about the war, never processed the trauma, kept that stiff upper lip that men were supposed to keep. Which my father did. He also kept his emotional distance from his four daughters.

On the other side of the [civil] war, the gold gamblers gamed with the financial markets, wreaking misery on the working class. The rich nursed their addiction to extravagant, imported luxuries. It would be a false mourning to suggest that once upon a time Americans shared their deep woes with great sobriety and heart.

We do not argue that war is better than peace; we are not so stupid as that. But it is not peace when cruelty reigns, when stronger men steal from farmers and craftworkers, when the child can be enslaved or the old thrown out to starve, and no one lifts a hand. That is not peace: that is conquest, and evil.

You begin following the news in the papers, just like your dad does. Germany is not alone in preparing for war. In 1936 Italy and Japan join with Germany to form the Axis Powers. Italy, under its dictator, Benito Mussolini, wages war in Africa. In Asia, Japan is invading China. In 1938 you read about the German Army's march into Austria. The next September you hear that 1.5 million German troops attacked Poland and claimed that nation for Germany.

He had long been indifferent to which side won; he wished only that one or the other would do so decisively while he was still alive.

William's life rumbled over, like a train on loose tracks: the images from Dachau that would not leave his brain after he had gone there with me so many years ago. He had been petrified by what he saw there in Germany. He must have been

Four years of world war, at a cost in human suffering which our minds are mercifully too limited to imagine, led to the very clear realization that international anarchy must be abandoned if civilization was to survive.

We had four years of world war which the peoples endured only because they were told that their sufferings would free humanity forever from the scourge of war.

The more the history of the World War and what led up to it is studied, the more clearly those tragic years become revealed as a vast collapse of civilization.