Quotes About War

War seems to be ingrained in human nature, and even to be regarded as something noble to which man is inspired by his love of honor, without selfish motives.

The greatest evil that can oppress civilized peoples derives from wars, not, indeed, so much from actual present or past wars, as from the never-ending and constantly increasing arming for future war.

A league of a special sort must . . . be established, one that we can call a league of peace, which will be distinguished from a treaty of peace because the latter seeks merely to stop one war, while the former seeks to end all wars forever.

Under a nonrepublican constitution, where subjects are not citizens, the easiest thing in the world to do is to declare war. Here the ruler is not a fellow citizen, but the nation's owner, and war does not affect his table, his hunt, his places of pleasure, his court festivals, and so on. Thus, he can decide to go to war for the most meaningless of reasons, as if it were a kind of pleasure party...

War itself requires no particular motivation, but appears to be ingrained in human nature and is even valued as something noble; indeed, the desire for glory inspires men to it, even independently of selfish motives.

The spirit of trade cannot coexist with war, and sooner or later this spirit dominates every people.

and intestine wars introduced the reign of anarchy; while the sceptics, like nomadic tribes, who hate a permanent habitation and settled mode of living, attacked from time to time those who had organized themselves into civil communities.

Treaty of Peace Shall Be Held Valid in Which There Is Tacitly Reserved Matter for a Future War";

Even philosophers will praise war as ennobling mankind, forgetting the Greek who said: 'War is bad in that it begets more evil than it kills.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: Incluso los filósofos elogiarán la guerra como ennobleciendo a la humanidad, olvidando al griego que dijo: La guerra es mala porque engendra más mal que el que mata (Immanuel Kant)

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La Roumanie est en guerre avec le capitalisme, intervint CeauÈ™escu. (Il bégaie toujours légèrement lorsqu'il aborde un sujet important ou lorsqu'il est en colère.) N-nous ne p-pouvons pas vaincre avec les m-machines à l-laver. C-ce sont des d-dollars qui n-nous faut pour p-protéger la l-liberté de n-notre peuple. Et n-nous gagnerons plus de d-dollars en vendant des armes que des appareils m-ménagers. (p. 40)

An enemy soldier never seemed to be alone--one human being like any other--but followed, crushed from all directions by innumerable ghosts, the missing and the dead. Speaking to him wasn't like speaking to a solitary man but to an invisible multitude; nothing that was said was either spoken or heard with simplicity: there was always that strange sensation of being no more than lips that spoke for so many others, others who had been silenced.

Un soldato nemico non era mai solo - un essere umano di fronte a un altro - ma portava con sé una folla innumerevole di fantasmi, i fantasmi degli assenti e dei morti. Non ci si rivolgeva a un uomo ma a una moltitudine invisibile; così nessuna delle parole pronunciate era detta semplicemente e come tale ascoltata; si aveva sempre la strana sensazione che a parlare fosse soltanto una bocca, che parlava per tante altre, mute.

Every so often something came to life inside her, rebelled, demanded noise, movement, people. Life, my God, life! How long would this war go on? How many years would they have to live like this, in this dismal lethargy, bowed, docile, crushed like cattle in a storm?

Draga moja prijateljice, imam sezdeset godina, ne plasim se smrti! - Zasto onda odlazite? - Ne mogu da podnesem ovaj haos, ove izlive mrznje, odvratni prizor rata. Otici cu u beki miran kutak, na selo. Zivecu od ono malo para sto mi je ostalo dok se ljudi ponovo ne dozovu pameti.

Un universo di pensieri attraversò in un secondo la mente di Lucile: 'Forse è lui?' si disse, 'che ha fatto prigioniero Gaston, Mio Dio, quanti francesi avrà ucciso? Quante lacrime saranno state versate a causa sua? é anche vero che se la guerra fosse andata diversamente oggi sarebbe Gaston a entrare da padrone in una casa tedesca. è la guerra, non è colpa di questo ragazzo.

There were so many! Silently, cautiously, people came out on to their doorsteps again. They tried in vain to count the flood of soldiers. Germans were coming from all directions. They filled the squares and streets—more and more of them, endlessly.

There had been no men in the village for so long that even these soldiers, the invaders, seemed in their rightful place. The invaders felt it too; they stretched out in the sunshine. The mothers of prisoners or soldiers killed in the war looked at them and begged God to curse them, but the young women just looked at them.

She thought of the past that was both near and distant at the same time, undoubtedly because of the grim intrusion of the war. She pictured her husband, a heavy, bored man, interested only in money, land and local politics. She had never loved him; she had married him because her father wished it. Born and brought up in the countryside, she had little experience of the outside world, with the exception of a few brief trips to Paris to visit an elderly relative.

The sound of his boots Ã¢â'¬Â¦ It would pass. The occupation would end. There would be peace, blessed peace. The war and the tragedy of 1940 would be no more than a memory, a page in history, the names of battles and treaties children would recite in school, but as for me, for as long as I live, I will never forget the low, regular sound of those boots pacing across the floorboards.

Please let us get back to a normal way of life, whatever it might be; these wars, revolutions, great historical upheavals might be exciting to men, but to women Ã¢â'¬Â¦ Women felt nothing but boredom. She was positive that every woman would agree with her: they were tired of crying, bored to death by all these noble words and noble feelings!

dac? ar primi mâine ordin, m-ar aresta, m-ar ucide cu mâna lor È™i f?r? remuÈ™c?ri?... R?zboiul... Da, È™tim bine ce e r?zboiul. Dar ocupaÈ›ia e într-un fel mai cumplit?, pentru c? te obiÈ™nuieÈ™ti cu oamenii; îÈ›i zici c? la urma urmelor, sunt È™i ei ca toÈ›i ceilalÈ›i, dar nu-i deloc adev?rat. Suntem dou? specii diferite, care nu se pot împ?ca vreodat?, inamice pe via??.

War Ã¢â'¬Â¦ yes, everyone knows what war is like. But occupation is more terrible in a way, because people get used to one another. We tell ourselves, 'They're just like us, after all,' but they're not at all the same. We're two different species, irreconcilable, enemies forever.