Quotes About War

Im just as human as you. But its no use asking me for a final statement. As I say, I deal in tactics. Also statistics: for every year of peace there have been four hundred years of war.

These days, our senses are bombarded with aggression. We are constantly confronted with global images of unending, escalating war and violence.

They should have remembered that famous saying of Bismarck: "Preventive war is like committing suicide out of fear of death.

The war was not on that map, and neither was the surrender... that makes me happy and sad— happy because I know the streams will keep streaming and the skies will keep clouding and clearing, even as people fight and tear and claw at each other... what we do makes me sad too because what difference do we make? Looking around me, at all the graves and leftover destruction— seems we just keep on messing up a darned good thing.

War, famine, poverty and oppression of the workers will continue while woman makes life cheap. They will cease only when she limits her reproductivity and human life is no longer a thing to be wasted.

For every idealistic peacemaker willing to renounce his self-defence in favour of a weapons-free world, there is at least one warmaker anxious to exploit the other's good intentions.

It was said in the First World War that the French fought for their country, the British fought for freedom of the seas, and the Americans fought for souvenirs.

What then?" But she put the thought from her mind. When the war was over, everything would be settled, somewhow. If Ashley loved her, he simply couldn't go on living with Melanie.

The Little War? How can there be a little war? Are some deaths smaller than others, leaving mothers who weep a little less?

I can't understand why dark northern soldiers and light ones are separated into different brigades. The dead are all buried together in hasty mass graves, bones touching.

No, It's not fair. But I was thinking more along the lines of the Pentagon and Washington itself. Sometimes I suspect that those who are running things might grow addicted to power. Secrecy's essential in wartime, but once in place, will it ever be removed?

It was a little skirmish across a century.

Too bad people can't always be playing music, maybe then there wouldn't be any more wars.

It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.

Do you think sixty-five-year-old women don't go to war? We are always at war. Our husbands spent their lives in comfortable chairs. Have we ever sat in comfortable chairs? No. Yoga balls, haunches tensed.

No songs, no scops, no searing meat, no blazing fire. And Grendel, incomplete, raided relentlessly. Dude, this was what they call a blood feud, a war 150 that tore a hole through the hearts of the Danes. Grendel was broken, and would not brook peace, desist in dealing deaths, or die himself. He had no use for stealth—he came near-nightly, and never negotiated. The old counselors knew better than to expect a settlement in silver from him.

She'd surrendered son and brother here, her home-hall become a brutal battlefield. Innocent of crime, yet cursed, captured, speared, worse. Hoc's daughter was savaged by sorrow, grief-gutted. Who wouldn't weep, as dawn drove feud-daggers deeper, the sun scoring her son's wounds, day breaking upon her dearest dead? They'd been her heart, her happiness, her hopes. War had wrung them ragged, dragged them to death across a court of sword-crossed kin.

For twelve snow-seasons, Grendel reigned over evening...Grendel, incomplete, raided relentlessly. Dude, this was what they call a blood feud, a war that tore a hole through the hearts of the Danes. Grendel was broken, and would not brook peace, desist in dealing deaths, or die himself..So it went for years... While in the dark his people shuddered, salt-scourged by weeping, by nights spent waking instead of sleeping.

You talked once of bodily dignity.' 'I've seen heads shot off.

Peace in patriarchy is war against women.

Establishing lasting peace is the work of education; all politics can do is keep us out of war.

Preventing war is the work of politicians, establishing peace is the work of educationists.

War is pillage versus resistance and if illusions of magnitude could be transmuted into ideals of magnanimity, peace might be realized.

Hate-hardened heart, O heart of iron, iron is iron till it is rust. There never was a war that was not inward;