Quotes About War

Funny, for all surveillance, Osama bin Laden is still free—and we're not. Guess who's winning the "war on terror?

Fighting a war on terrorism is like fighting against crime. We can never hope to eradicate crime, so we shouldn't bother fighting it.

He studied me. "You were in Nam?" I nodded. "Yep." He turned to Lolo. "Hey, Chief, how many Vietnam vets does it take to screw in a lightbulb?" She stared at him. "I don't know." He pointed his cigar at her in an agitated fashion. "That's right, because you weren't there, man!" We

After the war, Lucian had drifted back to Wyoming and then back to Absaroka County. He then drifted into being sheriff on the strength of his being the toughest piece of gristle in four states.

I wandered past Vic's office and looked in at the explosion of legal pads. The display was daunting, and I would be cursed at if I messed up any of what I'm sure was a carefully detailed arrangement. We were little but we were mighty. I thought of Don Quixote, being far too powerful to war with mere mortals and pleading for giants. I

President Bush spent last night calling world leaders to support the war with Iraq and it is sad when the most powerful man on earth is yelling, 'I know you're there, pick up, pick up.

In the whole of the war, though the Germans sank nearly twenty-eight hundred Allied ships, not one troopship escorted by U.S. Navy ships was ever lost.*

Here was the conundrum: they could fight elsewhere in 1942, or they could fight in Europe in 1943, but they could probably not do both. They must choose.

During World War II, while the Americans used Navajo Indians speaking their native language for radio communications, the Japanese used speakers of the Kagoshima dialect to keep communications secret. To me, it sounded like

Un Bonaparte jamás podía retroceder ante una guerra reclamada por su propio pueblo. Napoleon III

rasgos físicos, sino un hondo idealismo y su admiración por Napoleón. Apreciaba su valor y heroísmo, y que siendo un mutilado de guerra se mantuviera firme en sus convicciones. Le

No one would be foolish enough to choose war over peace--in peace sons bury their fathers, but in war fathers bury their sons.

War is by no means something glamorous, and I don't think that should ever be forgotten.

Killing Japanese didn't bother me very much at that time... I suppose if I had lost the war, I would have been tried as a war criminal.

A war was coming. No, it had already started. Vampires versus demons. Demons versus wolves. The enemy of my enemy… Is my husband.

Taking my mother's experiences seriously led to my exploring the militarisation of marriages. It made me alert to what feminist historians have been telling us now for four decades: pay attention to the feminised silences - not just silences due to oppression, but silence flowing from many women's belief that their wartime experiences don't "matter" - that they are merely private, trivial, apolitical. Men wage war; women simply "cope" with wartime. Coping does not make for exciting history.

The mills have not been doing well lately, have they?' 'No, not since the end of the war. Armies use up a great many cotton goods, you see, and we in England were supplying not only our own army but those of our allies as well.' He gave her a small, quirky smile. 'You may not believe it, ma'am, but at one time we were supplying Boney's army too!

The situation in the United States is becoming more dire for average ordinary Americans and the last thing we need to do is to spend money on death, destruction and war.

The war was just a mile or so away, and I wondered at my simply walking to it, as I might walk to the market or to school. Today I will walk to the war.

Joe sat on the couch, his long legs sprawled in front of him, and listened to the latest report of soldiers dead. The walls blinked and his face, too, went black, white, black, white, as the pictures crossed the television screen.

The other was until a fortnight ago in the occupation of a liaison officer from the Ministry of Manpower, when the Treasury in its wisdom decided that co-operation with other branches of the Government was a luxury that could not be tolerated in time of war.

In 1942 in Warsaw, we were living without hope, or rather on a hope we knew to be a delusion.

How is it, Chloe, that your pretty skirt Is torn so badly by the winds that hurt Real people, you who, in eternity, sing The hours, sun in your hair appearing And disappearing? How is that your breasts Are pierced by shrapnel, and the oak groves burn, While you, charmed, caring not at all, turn To run through forests of machinery and concrete And haunt us with the echoes of your feet?

For Americans war is almost all of the time a nuisance, and military skill is a luxury like Mah-Jongg. But when the issue is brought home to them, war becomes as important, for the necessary period, as business or sport. And it is hard to decide which is likely to be the more ominous for the Axis -- an American decision that this is sport, or that it is business.