Quotes About War

His men howled with him. They were caught up in Baird's madness. At this hour, under the fire of the sun and emboldened by the arrack and rum they had drunk in their long wait in the trenches, the redcoats and sepoys had become gods of war. They gave death with impunity as they followed a warmaddened Scotsman down an enemy wall that was sticky with blood. Baird would have his city or else he would die in its dust.

Because there could not be peace, not while two tribes shared one land. One tribe must win. Even the nailed god cannot change that truth. And I was a warrior, and in a world at war the warrior must be cruel.

There is a greater war, Uhtred. Not the fight between Saxon and Dane, but between God and the devil, between good and evil! We are part of it!

It is a terrible thing," Beocca said to me. "War, it is an awful thing." I said nothing. I thought it was glorious and wonderful. "The shield wall is where men die," Beocca said, and he kissed the wooden cross that hung about his neck. "The gates of heaven and hell will be jostling with souls before this day is done," he went on gloomily.

There are seasons of our lives when nothing seems to be happening, when no smoke betrays a burned town or homestead and few tears are shed for the newly dead. I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war. Spring

Win your war, Lord Uhtred, he said, then take her away from us priests and give her lots of children. She'll be happy, and one day she'll be truly wise. That's the women's real gift, to be wise, and not many men have it.

We were three ships in a summer's dawn, and we were going to battle.

Defend what's left. You can have fifty men." "Fifty! That's not enough..." "Forty," I snarled, "and if you lose the fort I'll cut your kidneys out and eat them." We were at war.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.' Napoleon

Podemos fazer a paz, mas apenas se formos suficientemente fortes para fazer a guerra

Once they passed a village sacked by the French. Not a building remained intact, not a person was in sight, not an animal still lived.

The story hurries now. It quickens like a stream coming to a fall in the hills and, like a cascade foaming down jumbled rocks, it gets angry and violent, confused even. For it was in that year, 876, that the Danes made their greatest effort yet to rid England of its last kingdom, and the onslaught was huge, savage, and sudden.

I was screaming still, but screaming my own name now, and Serpent-Breath was singing her hunger-song and I was a lord of war.

I have learned not to trust those times, because if the world is at peace then it means someone is planning war.

We are going to soak this rock with blood! I am Uhtred! I am the lord here. This is my rock!

He grinned at Sharpe. "Christ, but this is joy! What would we do for happiness if peace came?" He turned his horse clumsily, rammed his heels back, and whooped as the horse took off. "Let's go get the whores!

St George!' the English shouted, but the saint must have been sleeping for he gave the attackers no help.

This was a clever man, as clever as Alfred, and he knew that weakness invited war.

Men and women used pliers to pull teeth from the dead and, for years after, false teeth were known as Waterloo Teeth. Some

We were dressed for war, and war was coming.

Sharpe wanted to be ready and so he untied the rag from his musket's lock and stuffed it into the pocket where he kept the ring Mary had given him. The ring, a plain band of worn silver, had belonged to Sergeant Bickerstaff, Mary's husband, but the Sergeant was dead now and Green had taken Bickerstaff's sergeant's stripes and Sharpe his bed.

A man does not go into battle without fear.

And where are we going?' he asked. to war,' I said grandly. 'We'll give the poets something to sing about. We'll wear their tongues out with singing! We're going to war, my friend,' I slapped Finan's shoulder, 'but right now I'm going to sleep. Keep the men busy, tell them they're going to be heroes!

Quando um inimigo quer conversar significa que não quer lutar.