Quotes About War

Niin. Riihen taka ne aina häviää... Riihen taka meiltä hävitään kun lähdetään... Kapinaan taikka sotaan, ammuttavaksi taikka työhön... Mihinkä kullonkin mennään...

Vanhala epäröi hetkisen. Sitten hän sanoi: – Mutta Suomen sotilas vastaa kymmentä ryssää. Khihi. – Mhiin… Kyllä kai. Mutta mites sitten tehdään, kun tulee se yhdestoista?

Kuka täällä ryssää puhuu? – Koskela Suomesta. Syö rautaa ja paskantaa kettinkiä.

Sitten hän kysyi Vanhalalta virallisen tärkeällä äänellä: – Korpraali Vanhala. Oletteko te lammas vai suomalainen sotamies? – Minä olen mailman paras metsätaistelija, hihi… – Niinpä niin. Honkajoki huokasi muka surkean alistuvasti. – Yksi toivo minulla vielä on. Kunpa sota loppuisi ja pääsisi isoon taloon sonniksi.

Viipuri vallattu, kähisi hän eteenpäin, huomaamatta muuttaa äänensävyään, niin että edelläkulkeva mies sai ilmoituksen vihan pakahduttamalla äänellä, ikään kuin pahinta, mitä Lehto tiesi maailmassa olevan, olisi ollut Viipurin valtaus.

Kerran he joutuivat jättämään haavoittuneen, perääntyessään eräältä kukkulalta. Kun he valtasivat mäen takaisin, löysivät he miehen alusvaatteilleen riisuttuna, pistimen reikä kyljessä. Muuan Kariluodon konepistoolimies ampui siitä hyvästä ohimennen, kainalostaan tähdäten, kolme antautunutta. Kaksi päivää myöhemmin sama mies katkesi keskeltä kranaatin täysosumasta. Kuolema lakkasi olemasta moraalinen kysymys

Again, in Wag the Dog, war has to be declared by an act of congress. But if you go to war, you don't have to declare war. You're just at war and we did that, which is not legal.

Those of us who where there would not have survived without those of you who remained here. Because the man fights and the woman feeds, the man hates the enemy and the woman a thousand miles away softens his heart with herself and the children so that his heart won't turn to stone.

La guerra es la fiesta más cruel, pero es siempre un festejo. Hay que adornarse con las mejores galas para danzar con la muerte.

Las armas hablaban lenguajes distintos, pero pronunciaban la misma palabra: ¡muerte, muerte, muerte!

Remember, my boy, I never fight for the pleasure of wielding weapons. War, for me, is simply politics by other means.

philip closed his eyes and stood upright and immobile in the middle of the silet room. In that moment the roar of battle, the creaking wood of the siege engines, the furious galloping of the horses all faded away; he simply stood stock still and listened to his son's breathing.

Non c'è conquista che abbia senso, non c'è guerra che valga la pena di combattere. Alla fine, l'unica terra che ci rimane è quella in cui verremo sepolti.

There is no conquest that has any meaning, there is no war worth fighting. In the end, the only earth left to us is the earth in which we are buried.

Many nights during the war, Iranian soldiers would wake up to see a white-shrouded figure on a white horse blessing them. These apparitions of the Twelfth Imam were professional actors sent to boost morale. The common soldiers, often peasant boys raised in an atmosphere of simple piety, would then carry the tale to their relatives and friends in the villages and small towns they called home, if they lived to make it home.

The close nexus between reductionist science, patriarchy, violence, and profits is explicit in 80 percent of scientific research that is devoted to the war industry, and is frankly aimed directly at lethal violence—

Monocultures and monopolies symbolize patriarchal agriculture. The war mentality underlying military-industrial agriculture is evident from the names given to the herbicides destroying the economic basis of the survival of the poorest women in the rural areas of the Third World. Roundup, Machete, and Lasso from Monsanto. Pentagon, Prowl, Scepter, Squadron, Cadre, and Avenge from American Home Products, which has merged with Monsanto. The language is of war, not sustainability.

Anyone contemplating world war is certifiably insane, no matter how calm they seem.

On the wisdom with which we bring science to bear in the war against disease, in the creation of new industries, and in the strengthening of our Armed Forces depends in large measure our future as a nation.

Science, by itself, provides no panacea for individual, social, and economic ills. It can be effective in the national welfare only as a member of a team, whether the conditions be peace or war. But without scientific progress no amount of achievement in other directions can insure our health, prosperity, and security as a nation in the modern world.

This has not been a scientist's war; it has been a war in which all have had a part. The scientists, burying their old professional competition in the demand of a common cause, have shared greatly and learned much. It has been exhilarating to work in effective partnership. Now, for many, this appears to be approaching an end. What are the scientists to do next?

In order for great progress to be made on methods and weapons of war, there has to be a system of close joint effort of military and civilian men, especially engineers. The civilians must have independence and the opportunity to explore the bizarre; it is not enough that they be the engineers of contractors to the armed forces. Above all, there must be mutual respect and reliance. This must be present whenever we have to fight again.

Well, I've been here since thirty-eight. I was at Elgen first. I did thirty childbirths there; before Elgen I hadn't done any. Then came the war. My husband died in Kiev. So did my two children. Boys. A bomb. More people have died around me than in any battle in war. They died when there was no war, before there was a war. All the same. Grief is like happiness: it comes in all forms.

I stayed with my wife's mother during the war. I understood the war because I fought with my wife's mother.