Quotes About War

good missionaries practised these qualities in their way of life, by redeeming prisoners of war and slaves, for example, and giving alms to the poor.

We live in an age, in an era where there is so much negativity, there is so much violence in the world, there is so much unrest and people are at war, that I wanted to promote the word love and red signifies love.

At the sound of their footsteps, the Hessians swung around and drew their swords. Katie screamed, Q yelled, and Matt did the one thing that he had so hoped he wouldn't. He closed his eyes and didn't move!

We're not the ones making all the false promises, then getting caught in an obvious lie or with our fingers in the till. Maybe that's why they call them "the fortunes of war." They can be quoted on the stock exchange.

When the war heats up and we doubt that we will ever change, we must remember that our old person, filled with self-deceiving desires, no longer has power to rule over us

A nation which no longer rapes is in its decadence; the number of rapes reveals its instincts, and its future. Find out in which war it has stopped practicing, on a large scale, this variety of crime: you will have found the first symbol of its decline; find out at what moment love has become for a nation a ceremonial, and the bed a condition of orgasm, and you will identify the beginning of its deficiencies and the end of its barbaric inheritance.

Spain also suffered an invasion of a foreign race, but she pulled herself together and sustained herself on a war-footing for seven centuries.

Finita la guerra, Mussolini diede vita ai Fasci di combattimento, che volevano essere un movimento antipartito di breve durata, con un programma nazionalista, repubblicano, libertario, antistatalista, tendenzialmente anticapitalista, oltre che naturalmente antibolscevico.

Churchill era convinto della diseguaglianza delle razze e della superiorità della razza anglosassone; esaltava la vita militare, il valore etico della guerra e la sua necessità nella lotta per l'esistenza; glorificava l'impero britannico ed era deciso a conservarlo integro con qualsiasi mezzo, contro ogni aspirazione all'indipendenza dei popoli coloniali.

War both needs and generates certain virtues; not the highest, but what may be called the preliminary virtues, as valour, veracity, the spirit of obedience, the habit of discipline. Any of these, and of others like them, when possessed by a nation, and no matter how generated, will give them a military advantage, and make them more likely to stay in the race of nations.

The breed of ancient times was impaired for war by trade and luxury, but the modern breed is not so impaired.

Commerce is like war; its result is patent. Do you make money or do you not make it? There is as little appeal from figures as from battle.

No one should be surprised at the prominence given to war. We are dealing with early ages: nation-making is the occupation of man in these ages, and it is war that makes nations.

The Congress declares war, but they would find it very difficult, according to the recent construction of their laws, to compel the President to make a peace.

Notes of joy have a special STP solvent in them that dissolves all the gluey engine deposits of heartache. War and woe don't have anything like the range and reach that notes of joy do.

American football was thick in the air; war on the gridiron they called it. Well, at least those who had never been in the real thing called it that.

Usually Jim devoured the newsreels, part of the propaganda effort mounted by the British Embassy to counter the German and Italian war films being screened in the public theaters and Axis clubs of Shanghai. Sometimes the Pathé newsreels from England gave Jim the impression that, despite their unbroken series of defeats, the British people were thoroughly enjoying the war.

He welcomed the air raids, the noise of the Mustangs as they swept over the camp, the smell of oil and cordite, the deaths of the pilots, and even the likelihood of his own death. Despite everything he knew he was worth nothing. He twisted his Latin primer, trembling with a secret hunger that the war would so eagerly satisfy.

It disappointed Jim that none of his fellow prisoners was interested in the war. It would have helped to keep up their spirits, a task which Jim was finding more and more difficult.

The dead were buried above ground, the loose soil heaped around them. The heavy rains of the monsoon months softened the mounds, so that they formed outlines of the bodies within them, as if this small cemetery beside the military airfield were doing its best to resurrect a few of the millions who had died in the war. Here and there an arm or a foot protruded from the graves, the limbs of restless sleepers struggling beneath their brown quilts.

Jim grieved for these American pilots, who died in a tangle of their harnesses, within sight of a Japanese corporal with a Mauser and a single English boy hidden on the balcony of this ruined building. Yet their end reminded Jim of his own, about which he had thought in a clandestine way ever since his arrival at Lunghua.

Prosperous suburbia was one of the end-states of history. Once achieved, only plague, flood, or nuclear war could threaten its grip.

All around them were the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They lined the verges of the roads and floated in the canals, jammed together around the pillars of the bridges. In the trenches between the burial mounds hundreds of dead soldiers sat side by side with their heads against the torn earth, as if they had fallen asleep together in a deep dream of war.

Psychiatrists — the dominant lay priesthood since the First World War.