Quotes About War

Of course the Russians under Zhukov were

Extremism, he says, is the universal tuberculosis of modern society: a world infection of resentment and hatred generated by rapid change and the breakdown of old values. In the stabler nations the tubercles are sealed off in scar tissue, and these are the harmless lunatic movements. In times of social disorder, depression, war, or revolution, the germs can break forth and infect the nation. This has happened in Germany. It could happen anywhere, even in the United States.

Seventeen days before the end of the war, the minesweeper Caine finally swept a mine.

There is no morality in world history. There are only tides of change borne on violence and death. The victors write the history, pass the judgments, and hang or shoot the losers. In truth history is an endless chain of hegemony shifts, based on the decay of old political structures and the rise of new ones. Wars are the fever crises of those shifts. Wars are inevitable; there will always be wars; and the one war crime is to lose. That is the reality, and the rest is sentimental nonsense.

We transferred to Queeg the hatred we should have felt for Hitler and the Japs who

The last war ruined Germany. Another war will be the absolute end of our country.

Again, once one is attacked in war one can either give up and submit to looting, or one can fight. To fight means to try to frighten the other side, by a lot of murder, into stopping the war.

But whatever the civilian structure, let our people hereafter entrust military affairs to its trained generals, and insist that politicians keep hands off the war machine.

They were invited to fine homes and exclusive clubs. It was a great war.

By keeping back the twenty-five squadrons from the lost Battle of France, he acted toughly, wisely, and ungallantly; and he turned the war to the course that ended five long years later, when Hitler killed himself and Nazi Germany fell apart. This deed put Winston Churchill in the company of the rare saviors of countries, and perhaps of civilizations.

The British criminals responsible for dropping bombs on women and little children would soon have to face the bar of justice.

If you want to know, what I've studied seems to me a lot of rubbish. The rules, the lingo, strike me as comical. The idea of men spending their lives in this make-believe appalls me. I used to think it was preferable to the Army, but I'm sure now that they're both the same kind of foolishness. I don't care. I picked the Navy. I'll see this stupid war through in the Navy.

I heard one officer say it was the turning point of the war.

In peacetime it is sons who bury their fathers Ã¢â'¬â€œ but in times of war, it is fathers who bury their sons.

Porque nadie es tan necio que prefiera la guerra a la paz: en ésta los hijos entierran a sus padres, y en aquella los padres a los hijos.

No one should be so foolish to prefer war to peace, in which, instead of sons burying their fathers, fathers bury their sons.

Weather My folder of poems labeled "weather" holds no clues as to whether or not there'll be any weather to count on, say, a hard rain like "little nails, or that deluge "plunging radiant" now that we've plunged into war and wars don't stop like rain stops like that last slow drizzle onto the old tin bathroom vent sweet hint of growth in the soft wet drift north fire or ice, fire or ice are you breathing, are you lucky enough to be breathing

War is a bit like other people's marriages; it's hard enough to understand even when you know all the facts. When you only know one side of the story, you have no chance.

No ruler in the history of the world has ever been able to afford a war. They're not affordable things. No prince ever says, 'This is my budget, so this is the kind of war I can have.

O amor é como a gerra; é fácil, mas muito difícil terminar.

Le fracas des explosions les faisait à peine ciller et les pressait contre la poitrine des mères, les accrochait au cou des pères. De fatigue, la peur des adultes s'était envolée. Comme il était naïf le proverbe des temps de paix qui affirmait que la peur chassait le sommeil, c'était au contraire le besoin de dormir qui chassait tout le reste, guerres et tremblements de terre.

but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.

You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you'd run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!

Men grow tired of sleep, love, singing and dancing, sooner than war.