Quotes About War

He wanted to be deafened by the thunder of her engines, he needed to be drained of every thought by the cold, the noise, the equal amounts of boredom and adrenalin. He had believed once that he would be formed by the architecture of war, but now he realized, he had been erased by it.

He had been reconciled to death during the war and then suddenly the war was over and there was a next day and a next day and a next day. Part of him never adjusted to having a future.

Now it would not be the geography of Empire that would make him, it would be the architecture of war.

It's funny, isn't it, Miss Woolf whispered in Ursula's ear, how much German music we listen to. Great beauty transcends all. Perhaps after the war it will heal all too.

Ursula found it very odd to think that up above them there were German bombers being flown by men who, essentially, were just like Teddy. They weren't evil, they were just doing what had been asked of them by their country. It was war itself that was evil, not men. Although she would make an exception for Hitler.

The war had been a tide that had receded and now here it was lapping around her ankles again.

Don't let your imagination run away with you, Miss Armstrong. But why would you not when the reality was so awful? And that was that. Juliet's war.

Sometimes Teddy wondered if everyone had done well out of the war except for those who had fought in it.

The Germans were victims of the Nazis too, but one can't say that too loudly, of course.

He had taken a few days' leave from his army training and they had taken refuge in the Charing Cross Hotel while an unexploded bomb in the Strand was being dealt with. They could hear the naval guns that had been stationed on trolleys between Vauxhall and Waterloo--boom-boom-boom--but the bombers were looking for other targets and seemed to have moved on. 'Doesn't it ever stop?' Jimmy asked. 'Apparently not.' 'It's safer in the army,' he laughed.

It was the war, Juliet thought, remembering the photograph of the flamingo's creased wife, it has made refugees of us all.

All those unclaimed arms and legs lost in the fields of Flanders – Ursula imagined them pushing roots down into the mud and shoots up to the sky and growing once again into men. An army of men marching back for revenge.

War is a serious game in which a man risks his reputation, his troops, and his country. A sensible man will search himself to know whether or not he is fitted for the trade.

The United States did not keep its promise to help us fight for freedom and it was in the same fight that the United States lost 50,000 of its young men.

A man must stand up for what he believes in - especially in this culture war between good and evil.

Shiloh isn't haunted – men are haunted. Shiloh doesn't care.

I just know that every man I kill the farther away from home I feel.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

Man is unique in organizing the mass murder of his own species.

For us military men, it is impossible to forget.

The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.

It is not unseemly for a man to die fighting in defense of his country.

Dead men are not friends to living men, and give them no gifts. (Ghan-buri-Ghan, of allies during war)

Don't look back, over your shoulder! Keep your eye on freedom shore! Because you know the brave man with you, also pays for the wages of war.