Quotes About War

She hesitated. "You weren't one of those commandos who killed Nazis with their bare hands, were you?" "I wore gloves.

The horrors of war pale beside the loss of a mother." -Anna

When I hear the ignorant things people say about the war, about it all being over slavery, I want to shout that it isn't. It isn't that at all. Remember

Arousal and embarrassment warred for space inside her, but she managed both with equal aplomb—she was nothing if not an excellent multitasker. "How long have you been there?

For the sake of one soul. For one loved one. For one life. I called power into my blasting rod, and its tip glowed incandescent white. The way I see it, there's nothing else worth fighting a war for.

I used the knife. I saved a child. I won a war. God forgive me.

So in addition to a feisty new Black Court partner in the war dance between the Council and the Vampire Courts, I also got angry lust bunny movies stars, deadly curses, and a thoroughly embarrassing job as my investigative cover. Oh, and bean curd pizza, which is just wrong. What a mess. I made a mental note: The next time I saw Thomas, I was going to punch him right in the nose.

Go back," he said. "Can't. Stand aside?" "Can't." "So it's like that?" I said. Fix exhaled. Then he nodded. "Yeah." And for the first time in a decade the Winter Knight and Summer Knight went to war.

War leaves you precious little time to be human. It's one of the more horrible realities about it.

I have, in general, not had fun during my service as a Warden of the White Council. I have taken no enjoyment whatsoever in becoming a soldier in the war with the Vampire Courts. Doing battle with the forces of...I was going to say evil, but I'm increasingly unsure exactly where everyone around me falls on the Jedi-Sith Index.

I mean, go figure. You prepare your home for an assault and you don't take zombies into consideration. I'd fallen victim to one of the other classic blunders, along with not getting involved in a land war in Asia and never going in against a Sicilian when death was on the line.

but all the things Science had promised us hadn't come to pass. Disease was still a problem. Starvation was still a problem. Violence and crime and war were still problems. In spite of the advance of technology, things just hadn't changed the way everyone had hoped and thought they would.

Fire, she whispered. Wind. I see dark things and a dark war. I see my death coming for me, out of the spirit world. And I see you at the middle of it all. You're the beginning, the end of it. You're the one who can make the path go different ways. That's your vision? Iowa has less corn.

It's tough to say no to peace, to the comfort of it. All through history, people have traded wealth, children, land, and lives to buy it. But peace can't be bought, can it, chief, prime minister? The only ones offering to sell it always want something more. They lie.

Those who had never seen a tribe of cats at war, or at least playing war games, would look upon what came next as utter chaos.

Chicago. It's insane and violent and corrupt and vital and artistic and noble and cruel and wonderful. It's full of greed and hope and hate and desire and excitement and pain and happiness. The air sings with screams and laughter, with sirens, with angry shouts, with gunshots, with music. It's an impossible city, at war with itself, every horrible and wonderful thing blending together to create something terrifying and lovely and utterly unique. I

I'd fallen victim to one of the other classic blunders, along with not getting involved in a land war in Asia and never going in against a Sicilian when death was on the line.

Dresden," she said, "I cannot stress to you enough how vital it is that we avoid general hostilities, even with a relatively small power." Translation: Don't start another war, Harry. "But," she continued, "we can afford to lose the paths through Winter even less." Translation: Unless you really have to.

When a single cat let loose a war cry, it was an unsettling sound. When two cats suddenly wailed at each other in a similar fashion, it was downright unnerving. When hundreds of them caterwauled at the same time, in a single voice, the sound alone was enough to make one feel as if the skin had been peeled from one's muscle and bone, to call up horrors inherited from ancestors long since dead and forgotten, raw terror before a deadly predator.

The real war happened when you weren't looking.

Home, like love, hate, war, and peace, is one of those words that is so important that it doesn't need more than one syllable.

I need a favor." I snorted. "What favor? You do remember that technically, we're at war, right? Wizards versus vampires? Ring any bells?" "If you like, you can pretend that I'm employing subversive tactics as part of a fiendishly elaborate ruse meant to manipulate you," Thomas said. "Good," I said. "Cause if I went through all the trouble of starting a war and you didn't want to participate, it would hurt my feelings .

And I . . . I used the knife. I saved a child. I won a war. God forgive me.

Darwin always thought that it paid to be a quick learner. The war had simply made the penalty for not learning quite a bit steeper.