Quotes About War

That was the year Zosma sank to its knees and bled great gouts of men into a war about nothing.

War. It was an abstraction to her. She couldn't conceptualize its reality, not even the edges of its reality, but the way Akiva had been—dead-eyed—and the way he looked at her now, it made her feel as if he was coming back from the dead for her, and that seemed a tremendous thing, and an intimate one. The next time their eyes met, she had to look away.

Hungary is, in a word, in a state of WAR against the Hapsburg dynasty, a war of legitimate defence, by which alone it can ever regain independence and freedom.

We were, after all, a ragtag accumulation of unwanted, an awkward reminder of a war the whole country was trying to forget.

Choosing love or war: both are brave choices, in their own ways.

She supposed they were imperfections, those marks, but they didn't feel that way to her; they were a history, cut into his body: the map of a life of endless war.

You don't get it, Clary. You don't understand what it's like to live always at war, to grow up with battle and sacrifice. I guess it's not your fault. It's just how you were brought up-

He has fought many battles with us" (Jace) By which you mean one battle" muttered Simon. "Two if you count the one I was a rat

You're a disaster for us, Clary! You're a mundane, you'll always be one, you'll never be a Shadowhunter! You don't know how to think like we do, think about what's best for everyone-- all you think about is yourself! But there's a war now, or there will be, and I don't have time or the inclination to follow around after you, trying to make sure you don't get us killed! Go home, Clary. Go home!

Whoa, sexy weirdness," said Emma. "This may be more sexy weirdness than I can handle." "It is not weird!" "It is," said Emma. "You are headed for a faerie threesome. Or some kind of war." "Emma!" "Hot faerie threesome," said Emma cheerfully. "I can say I knew you when.

I am a hundred and forty six years old and this is not my first unwinnable war.

You won't cut my son's throat,' said the Unseelie King, gazing down at Julian with a look of disdain. 'You're a Shadowhunter. You have a code of honor.' 'You're thinking of Shadowhunters the way they used to be,' said Julian. 'I came of age in the Dark War. I was baptized in blood and fire.

This was what people fought wars over, she thought, and killed each other over, and destroyed their lives for: this nerve-shredding mixture of longing and pleasure.

Logan had infiltrated enemy strongholds with less effort than he was expending to get this family tell him the complete truth.... Something was very wrong when war seemed so much simpler than his home life.

One of the most painful aspects of the war was that the bereaved were left without a body to bury. Almost half the British dead were posted Missing, leaving their families with the agonized hope that they might one day return – alternating with the bitter knowledge that their remains were lost in the mud of France.

Someone must preserve the ways of the People," Warrior rasped, "someone who will sing our songs and teach our ways. Unless you do that, all that we are will be lost. You must go get your woman and take her far away into the west lands where this war does not reach." Warrior's voice shook with emotion. "To a new place, Hunter. You know the words of the song.

What does the paint say?" she asked. "That this Comanche rides for war.

Simultaneously, an Auburn banker named Charles P. Wood prepared a narrative of Tubman's war service, with an appendix of available documentation. Copies are still on file at the National Archives.

Sometimes when things happen you just let them go, one by one, because it's easier. You pretend they don't mean as much as they do. I should've had my eyes open about that, but you can't go back and second-guess things. It's just that when we sat around and thought about the things we really loved, which you do when you're away at war, mostly what came to me were experiences.

Suddenly I wanted to think like everyone else seemed to think. That military retaliation was honorable and just. But that's only wanting. War is always pointless.

Full of wonder and fear warring with each other. August knew the wonder would win. He wished he could communicate what he knew to this frightened boy. But that never did any good anyway.

I don't know if war is always pointless," she said. "I know it's always tragic.

I love my brother Robbie, but not enough to save him. I love my sister Katie, but I've learned to do it from a distance. This is how we grow. Have you noticed that? This is what we call loving each other. No wonder we have wars.

Everybody is careful these days to maintain just the right attitude toward the war effort.