Quotes About War

Her father left school to join the navy in World War II and worked as a tool grinder and machine specialist at a knitting factory for twenty years—till it was bought by outsiders who closed it down. He lost his pension.

Why do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled "enemy?

What obsession do men have for destruction and murder? Who do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled 'enemy?

In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars ...

I can only hazard. In the back of my mind there are bombs falling, women and children screaming, but I can't describe it now.

Eager always still for the promising future which, even if twenty years are gone, is not the final word, nor the stiffening of old uncreative age. Always the promise, the hope, the dream, amid whatever poverty, war, disease and adversity – always persists the credulous human vision, of something better than that which is.

For the first time in two or three days, I heard the cry of birds—oh well, it was a crow, but even a crow's croaking sounded wonderful. There still was life. There were birds and the breeze. There were clouds in the blue sky. And we could look at them for a moment, hear them again. You have no idea how beautiful the world looks and sounds in the hours after a battle stops!

To fight a war, you must believe it can accomplish something. We fight this one to save John's kingdom, or perhaps even to save all of mankind... but isn't that what we always think? That all wars are useless—except the one we're fighting now?

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

and calling down on to them all the peace of Usires God. Caught between two angry pagan armies, he was quickly killed very dead. "So," Binabik waved his stick, beating down a high tussock of grass, "a story whose philosophy is difficult, hmmm? At least for we Qanuc, who prefer both being what you call pagan, and being what I call alive.

Moroccan traffic isn't like normal traffic. It's armed combat, a war of wills, in which only the very bravest have a chance to survive.

JUst as the mechanism be sed for war so it can be used for peace. I'st the The Fogg's familys plan to get the mechanism working and then use it for world peace;

Just as the mechanism can be used for war so too can it be used for peace. It's the Fogg family's plan to get the machine working and then use it towards world peace.

It sounds like something from a comic book. It conjures images of Nazi war criminals

Do you know, sire, I think that if we live to tell our grandchildren about this war, they will accuse us of making it up.' -Marielle

Men died as she watched, and they didn't care about what they had fought for.

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That's not woman's work. It's needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know how to defend herself. I never! gasped Sarra, indignant. You taught me when you were murdered in your own house, Daine said quietly.

All these nice clothes, all these jokes and drinks and food, what good does it do? Tomorrow, folk will be poor and starving and dying with a solder's pike in them, and these people will have another celebration, more nice clothes, more jokes, more gems. The suffering is forgotten or ignored - why sorrow? The war victims aren't our people. And then the wheel turns and suddenly they are our people.

When I told you don't touch me to wake me, ever, because I've been in a war and I react violently, you respected me." For a plant person, Rosethorn could sound like iron when she made a point with someone stupid. "Evvy was in that same war. She fought as hard as any adult—harder, sometimes. Yet you refuse to acknowledge that she may suffer the same effects.

He read reports, examined evidence, and poured more reports up the chain than the Pentagon could read. Nothing short of a human sieve. But in the end he was just one small piece on this game board called war. End of story

They only want to weep As after the huge wars Senseless huge wars Huge senseless weeping.

And if presidents and generals were man enough to wear lip gloss and mascara, they wouldn't have to prove their penis size by going to war all the time. Because male pride is not really about pride. It's about fear - the fear of being seen as feminine. And that's why "girl stuff" is so dangerous. And as long as most men remain deathly afraid of it, they'll continue to take it out on the rest of us.

So you worked for the war industry but came to your senses!" [Margy Van Alstyne] darted a glance at her son. "What rank were you?" "I was a captain when I resigned." [Clare] "Ha!" Margy Van Alstyne's elbow caught Russ in the solar plexus. "She outranks you, son! Finally, a woman who can boss you around!" "Every woman in my life bosses me around," he muttered, rubbing his stomach.

Disarm, disarm. The sword of murder is not the balance of justice. Blood does not wipe out dishonour, nor violence indicate possession.