Quotes About War

The poet who glories in war is a spinner of lies. The poet who delights in visceral detail, for the ... purpose of feeding that lust for blood, has all the depth of a puddle of piss....

Look not to our unknown benefactor for salvation. This is humanity's war upon itself and the only salvation possible must be found in the eyes of our brother, our sister, our neighbor. Do find the courage, my beloved friend, to meet that gaze.

KierowaÅ'a siÄ™ wówczas instynktem, a jej instynkt nie miaÅ' nic wspólnego z altruizmem. Na wojnie altruiÅ›ci nie ?yli dÅ'ugo.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured...Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins. We are not born to compassion either - large wide eyes and sweet demeanor notwithstanding.

The priest rubbed his bruised shoulder, the eyes within the feline mask glaring at Stonny. At Gruntle's words he faced the Daru again. 'These are not matters open to debate, Mortal Sword. You are what you are-' 'I'm a caravan guard captain, and damned good at it. When I'm sober, that is.' 'You are the master of war in the name of the Lord of Summer-' "We'll call that a hobby.

It is the horror of war that, with each newly arrived generation, the nightmare is reprised by innocents.

these voices give music to war…

That's the thing with Just Wars - they never end and never will because Justice is a weak god with too many names.

After all, war knows no other language. In war we invite our own destruction. In war we punish our children with a broken legacy of blood.

War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one.

We fight our wars and leave in our wake the redolent reek of suffering and misery. These plains are vast, are they not? What terrible cost would we face if we just left each other alone? An end to this squabble over land - Father Shadow knows, no-one really owns it. The game of possession belongs to us, not to the rocks and earth, the grasses and the creatures walking the surface in their fraught struggle to survive.

Among his people, it was a long known truth, perhaps the only truth, that Nature fought but one eternal war. One foe. That, further, to understand this was to understand the world. Every world. Nature has but one enemy. And that is imbalance.

It was then, Duiker saw as his mount picked a careful path through the bodies, that madness had truly arrived. Men had been gutted, their entrails pulled out, wrapped around women—wives and mothers and aunts and sisters—who had been raped before being strangled with the intestinal ropes. The historian saw children with their skulls crushed, babies spitted on tapu skewers.

We are not born innocent, simply unmeasured." "And, presumably, immeasurable as well." "For a few years at least. Until the outside is inflicted on the inside, then the brutal war begins.

War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life. Servants of Hood, one and all.

In a war between fanatics and skeptics, the fanatics win every time.

And so we weep for the fallen. We weep for those yet to fall, and in war the screams are loud and harsh and in peace the wail is so drawn-out we tell ourselves we hear nothin

War isn't just one thing, over and over again. It's a thing that never stops changing, and every change is just fucking worse than what went before.

Does it ever strike you, Finadd, that peace leads to an indulgence in strife?' 'No, since your statement is nonsensical. The opposite of peace is war, while war is an extreme expression of strife. By your argument, life is characterized as an oscillation between strife during peace and strife during war.' 'Not entirely nonsensical, then,' Turudal Brizad said.

War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life.

War has its necessities...and I have always understood that. Always known the cost. But, this day, by my own hand, I have realized something else. War is not a natural state. It is an imposition, and a damned unhealthy one. With its rules, we willingly yield our humanity. Speak not of just causes, worthy goals. We are takers of life.

He's been asleep since the war began. He knows this now. In defending himself from death he lost his grip on life. He thinks of Emina, risking her life to deliver expired pills to someone she's never met. Of the young man who ran into the street to save her when she was shot. Of the cellist who plays for those killed in a mortar attack. He could run now, but he doesn't.

Because civilization isn't a thing that you build and then there it is, you have it forever. It needs to be built constantly, re-created daily. It vanishes far more quickly than he ever would have thought possible. And if he wishes to live, he must do what he can to prevent the world he wants to live in from fading away. As long as there's war, life is a preventative measure.

An explosion groans to the west of them, and Arrow involuntarily looks in the direction of the sound. Nermin, who hasn't looked, smiles. 'I think they're trying to send us a message.' 'What is the message?' she asks as another shell lands in the same area. Nermin shrugs. 'I don't know. I'm making a special effort not to listen.