Quotes About War

The idea of a clean war, like that of a clean bomb or an intelligent missile, this whole war conceived as a technological extrapolation of the brain is a sure sign of madness. It is like those characters in Hieronymus Bosch with a glass bell or a soap bubble around their head as a sign of their mental debility. A war enclosed in a glass coffin, like Snow White, purged of any carnal contamination or warrior's passion. A clean war which ends up in an oil slick.

Birey, televizyondaki Sudan Ä°ç Sava??n? herhangi bir tuvalet ka??d? reklam?yla ayn? duyars?zl?kla izlemektedir. Televizyonu kapatt?ktan sonra, Sudan'da ki iç savaÅŸ devam etse bile, onun için bitmiÅŸtir.

Just as the waste of time nourishes the hell of leisure, so technological wastes nourish the hell of war. Wastes which incarnate the secret violence of this society, uncoerced and non-degradable defecation.

As soon as it becomes impossible for states to attack and destroy one another, they turn almost automatically against their own peoples, their own territories; a sort of civil war or internecine conflict begins between the State and its natural referent. Is it not in fact the fate of every sign, every signifying and representative agency, to abolish its natural referent?

SavaÅŸ ahlâk?yla yüce savaÅŸ "deÄŸerlerinden" söz edenler fazla üzülmesinler: Çünkü savaÅŸ bir simülakra benzediÄŸi zaman bile insana yeterince ac? çektirebilmekte ve sonuç olarak bu sava??n gazileri de diÄŸerleriyle ayn? düzeyde bir deÄŸere sahip olabilmektedirler.

One of the two adversaries is a rug salesman, the other an arms salesman: they have neither the same logic nor the same strategy, even though they are both crooks. There is not enough communication between them to enable them to make war upon each other.

Choose: of all wars, the one that will not take place. Of all possibilities, the least probable. Of all concepts, the most inconceivable. Of all meditations, the most untimely. Of all possible enemies, the one beneath all suspicion.

It is like truth according to Nietzsche: we no longer believe that the truth is true when all its veils have been removed. Similarly, we do not believe that war is war when all uncertainty is supposedly removed and it appears as a naked operation. The nudity of war is no less virtual than that of the erotic body in the apparatus of striptease.

It is in this way that a war is disastrous. If it does not kill, it transmits to some an energy alien to their own resources; to others it permits what the law forbids and accustoms them to short cuts. It artificially glorifies ingenuity, pity, daring. A whole younger generation believes itself to be sublime and collapses when it has to draw on itself for patriotism and fate.

War and death can silence the strongest of men.

Ce qui me dégoûte dans la guerre, c'est son imbécillité. J'aime la vie. Je n'aime même que la vie. C'est beaucoup, mais je comprends qu'on la sacrifie à une cause juste et belle.

France was at peace; one couldn't shoot the bearers of bad news.

If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.

THERE'S NO SUCH thing as a limited victory. Every victory leaves another resentment, another defeated and humiliated people. Another place to guard and defend and fear. What I learned about war in the years before I came to this lonely place were things any child could have told me. 'Will you kill people, Henri?' 'Not people, Louise, just the enemy.' 'What is enemy?' 'Someone who's not on your side.

I can't stay here. These wars will never end. Even if we get home, there'll be another war. I thought he'd end wars for ever, that's what he said. One more, he said, one more and then there'll be peace and it's always been one more. I want to stop now.

But no work, no home, no health care, no hope--that's the everyday life of millions, billions of people. To me, that's the threat. And climate change is the threat. And war, and drought and famine... OK, so we need security. A secure future. No! We need to be free from corporate control that runs the world for the few and ruins it for the rest of us.

We are a lukewarm people and our longing for freedom is our longing for love. If we had the courage to love we would not so value these acts of war.

My mother told stories - of their life in the war and how she'd played the accordion in the air-raid shelter and it had got rid of the rats. Apparently rats like violins and pianos but they can't stand the accordion . . .

Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it we have always to combat with ourselves.

War, then, is not a relation between men, but between states; in war individuals are enemies wholly by chance, not as men, not even as citizens, but only as soldiers; not as member of their country, but only as its defenders. In a word, a state can have as an enemy only another state, not men, becuase there can be no real relations between things possessing different intrinsic natures.

Emerging society gave way to the most horrible state of war; since the human race, vilified and desolated, was no longer able to retrace its steps or give up the unfortunate acquisitions it had made, and since it labored only toward its shame by abusing the faculties that honor it, it brought itself to the brink of its ruin. Horrified by the newness of the ill, both the poor man and the rich man hope to flee from wealth, hating what they once had prayed for.

Virtue is a state of war, and to live in it means one always has some battle to wage against oneself.

Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army

Tick wanted power. He wanted glory. He wanted war, with himself in command. He had raised his army by attacking his own people.