Quotes About War

You remind me of my late sister, little one. As I once told her, the headstrong may win many battles... but only the strong of heart will survive the war.

Kimin baÅŸlatt???n?n ya da sebebinin ne olduÄŸunun bir önemi yok... savaÅŸ genelde kad?nlar için çok daha berbat bir hal al?r. SavaÅŸlarda kendimiz yer almasak da bir ÅŸekilde her zaman ?zd?raptan aslan pay?n? biz al?yoruz. Erkekler için de piknik yapmaya benzemiyor; ama yine de...

I mean, when the British burned down the White House in the war of 1812, did we plant a Tree of Remembrance in the ashes, or did we get busy rebuilding?

In real life, the monsters are the ones abducting and killing children or flying hijacked airplanes into skyscrapers or looting our treasury and sending our kids off to fight a bullshit war just so they can line their own pockets and the pockets of their corporate buddies or eradicating our Bill of Rights in the name of national security. Those are the real monsters.

I don't know yet whether you agree with the Provisional Government. But I know very well that when they give you sweet speeches and make many promises they are deceiving you and the whole Russian people. The people need peace. The people need bread and land. And they give you war, hunger, no food, and the land remains with the landowners. Sailors, comrades, you must fight for the revolution, fight to the end.

Stop thinking about the fact that the world has turned against you and the irony is you shouldn't even be here. You should have died sixty years ago. They should have left you in that block of ice. They should have left you as a memory, as a symbol of peace and freedom. Instead of what they're turning you into: a war criminal. A refuregee.

Young men then went to war believing all of the fine stories they had grown up with; and if, in the end, their disillusion was quite as deep and profound as that of the modern soldier, they had to fall farther to reach it.

A nation, from internal resources alone, carrying on for over eighteen months the most gigantic war of modern times, ever increasing in its magnitude, yet all this while growing richer and more prosperous!"1

To one point of view war meant boom times, intense activities, and good money in the pocket; to another it meant slow death for sacred American ideals. And to still another it meant personal opportunity, with sure advantage coming to him who was canny enough to play the angles correctly.

The barn by the Roulette house was jammed with wounded men. Screams, prayers, and curses made it a horrible place, with hundreds of anguished men packed together on the straw begging the surgeons to attend to them—surgeons bare-armed and fearsomely streaked and spattered with blood, piles of severed arms and legs lying by the slippery operating tables, the uproar of the battle beating in through the thin walls.

war is tragedy, it is better to live than to die, young men who go down to dusty death in battle have been horribly tricked.

He was trusted to the point of death by one hundred thousand fighting men, but he himself always had his lurking doubts.

Yet in a sense the good chaplain was quite correct. He had put his finger on something which contained the germ of much history. Whether he was in fact commenting on an effect of the war or on a strange, elusive symptom of something which had actually helped to cause the war may be another matter. At the very least he had spotted something important, and he was justified in using exclamation points. He had seen one side of the war very clearly.

indicated. The redoubtable Confederate General

The war was being fought in an era of unlimited suspicion, and as Smith had so bitterly pointed out, simply to be suspected was just about as bad as to be convicted.

It's a nonsense to say that men should be Britons and Frenchmen and Russians first and communists and Christians and fascists afterwards, for it is only by making a philosophy and not a nation prevail that we shall every attain universal peace. That's why this war's decided nothing, really, because it was fought for national survival and not for philosophical penetration.

At first Rumania may have been just a little neutral against the Allies, but that was because the rogues who governed her did not understand the 'brincibles' of democracy, but by the end of the war, although she was too small country to make spectacular gestures, Rumania was being very neutral against Germany.

Every little betrayal, every little rhyming of conviction and convenience, every little selfishness, every little preference of immediate comfort to ultimate good hastens the coming of the next war.

Di medan perang, manusia jahat itu memang tidak bisa dikalahkan

It is the untold story of this war and it is the story of every war ever fought. Greedy men seeing someone weaker with something they want.

If this war has taught us anything, it is that convictions of righteous certitude can be soul-corrupting illusions that offer mo dispensation from hell.

War tends to make us all students of diplomacy, does it not? There is a story that Napoléon once told the widow of the Marquis de Condorcet that he detested women who meddled in politics. Do you know her reply?' Sebastian shook his head. 'She said, "You are right, of course, General. But in a country where one cuts off women's heads, it is natural that they should wish to know the reason why.

The war had taught us so many things: how to spin wool and weave cloth; how to fashion our own shoes from old saddle leather and sturdy canvas; how to plow fields and mend fences. Now it had taught us to kill, and how to protect ourselves from the consequences of those killings with a grim purposefulness that would have been unimaginable even a year before.

This is not the true meaning of jihad," he spoke into the starless dark. "Jihad is the holy war we have within ourselves. That is the meaning below the surface. Our internal struggle for purity," he said with emphasis, pressing his forefinger into his chest. "It is the war of ascendance over our basal instincts. It has absolutely nothing to do with others. The only thing we can have control over is ourselves.