Quotes About War

We represent the end of race. And the Fascists know that when there is no more race, there will be no more capitalism, and no more war, and no more money for the munition makers, because the workers of the world will have triumphed.

Well, I was looking for Justice," said Simple. "I was tired." "Tired of what?" "Of hearing the radio talking about the Four Freedoms all day long during the war and me living in Harlem where nary one of them freedoms worked--nor the ceiling prices either.

Who said I want to go to war? If I do, it ain't the same war the President wants to go to. No, sir, I been hanging on a rope in Alabama too long.

Once more The guns roar. Once more The call goes forth for men. Again The war begins. Again False slogans become a bore. Yet no one cries: Enough! No more! Like angry dogs the human race Loves the snarl upon its face. It loves to kill. The pessimist says It always will. That I do not believe. Some day The savage in us will wear away. Some day quite clearly Men will see How clean and happy life can be And how, Like flowers planted in the sun, We, too, can give forth blossoms, Shared by everyone.

Arms are instruments of ill omen. . . . When one is compelled to use them, it is best to do so without relish. There is no glory in victory, and to glorify it despite this is to exult in the killing of men. . . . When great numbers of people are killed, one should weep over them with sorrow. When victorious in war, one should observe mourning rites.

They were sisters to my kind," he said. They were female sex demons and very powerful beings, some of whom had incited an ancient war between the demon realm and the Nephilim.

We didn't start this war, but we're sure as fuck going to finish it.

War is hell." —William Tecumseh Sherman "Sherman was totally my bitch." —War

Whoa." Limos stepped into the middle of them all, arms outstretched. "This is a party. You know, to celebrate life. Stop with the doom and gloom. Why does this happen every time we're together." "My name is Death," Than said drolly. "Mine is War," Ares reminded her. Reseph raised his plastic floofing cup. "Pestilence." "So, Famine," Ares said pointedly, "what was your question again?

One of the reasons wars go on is because of the price both sides have paid in blood. After a while, even if the original reason no longer matters, you keep on fighting because you don't want all those deaths to be in vain.

We ain't having no more futile wars. Till we have one in the Middle East.

Thomas Mann, a German émigré, said precisely that: "I am painfully familiar with certain political trends, spiritual intolerance, political inquisitions, and declining legal security, and all this in the name of an alleged 'state of emergency' … that is how it started in Germany. What followed was fascism and what followed fascism was war.")

reached its second or third or final stage."10 (Indeed, on November 2, 1947, writer Thomas Mann, a German émigré, said precisely that: "I am painfully familiar with certain political trends, spiritual intolerance, political inquisitions, and declining legal security, and all this in the name of an alleged 'state of emergency' … that is how it started in Germany. What followed was fascism and what followed fascism was war.")11

Ben-Gurion was talking about planning a war against five Arab armies and we were still being arrested by the British for carrying a pistol down the street.

Once brave politicians and others explain the war on drugs' true cost, the American people will scream for a cease-fire. Bring the troops home, people will urge. Treat drugs as a health problem, not as a matter for the criminal justice system.

There's no mercy in war. People live and people die. That's all there is to it

I'm sure it is, I'm not for any kind of war, we've been engaged in several wars since the second world war and we lost in Korea, we lost in Vietnam, they are political wars, they have nothing to do with any real threat, nor does this one.

We're all going to go crazy, living this epidemic every minute, while the rest of the world goes on out there, all around us, as if nothing is happening, going on with their own lives and not knowing what it's like, what we're going through. We're living through war, but where they're living it's peacetime, and we're all in the same country.

Was it not better to wear it, do it, live it, than suppress it? That only leads, on an international scale of course, to war.

We're living through war, but where they're living it's peacetime, and we're all in the same country.

That's how I want to be defined: as one of the men who fought the war.

My early childhood years were during the final phase of World War II. My earliest memories were happy ones of a large family (I was the fourth child; later, two more were born) in a nice house with a large yard on a river, the Eger, in the town of Eger (now Cheb, a city

But I neglected to tell him about the Age of Shit. I didn't tell him about the shape of the age to come, which is becoming clearer and clearer to him. War will be all, devouring all, W. says. Human beings will be like rats, like vermin. And the skies will burn, W. says. He can see them burning.

Alas for my country, thy evergreen valleys, Are wet with a tide that is red, Alas for thy hills for they shudd'ringly cover War's sacrifice, bloody and dread!