Quotes About War

For this war was not made to take you away from your country, but to take your country away from within you.

Foi por isso que fizeram esta guerra, para envenenar o ventre do tempo, para que o presente parisse monstros em lugar de esperança. (...) Porque esta guerra não foi feita para vos tirar do país mas para tirar o país de dentro de vós.

Mas a morte é uma guerra de enganos. As vitórias são só derrotas adiadas. A vida enquanto tem vontade vai construindoa pessoa.

A diferença entre a Guerra e a Paz é a seguinte: na Guerra, os pobres são os primeiros a serem mortos; na Paz os pobres são os primeiros a morrer. Para nós, mulheres, há ainda uma outra diferença: na Guerra, passamos a ser violadas por quem não conhecemos.

A guerra, disse o adivinho, é uma espécie de serpente que matamos sem pisar a cabeça. Um pequeno descuido e eis que ela ressurge no escondido do capinzal.

A guerra cria um outro ciclo no tempo. Já não são os anos, as estações que marcam as nossas vidas. Já não são as colheitas, as fomes, as inundações. A guerra instala o ciclo do sangue. Passamos a dizer: "antes da guerra, depois da guerra". A guerra engole os mortos e devora os sobreviventes.

A guerra cria um outro ciclo no tempo. Já não são os anos, as estações que marcam as nossas vidas. Já não são as colheitas, as fomes, as inundações. A guerra instala o ciclo do sangue. Passamos a dizer: "antes da guerra, depois da guerra". A guerra engole os mortos e devora os sobreviventes.

The difference between war and peace is as follows: in war, the poor are the first to be killed; in peace, the poor are the first to die. For us women, there's another difference too: in war, we get raped by those we do not know.

la guerra convirtió la tierra en un cementerio.

La guerra no pide armas. Es al contrario: las armas hacen nacer la guerra.

A guerra é uma cobra que usa os nossos próprios dentes para nos morder.

Mi pecado se volvía más grave debido a los tiempos de crisis en que vivíamos. Cuantas más certezas nos robaba la guerra, más carecíamos de la seguridad de un pasado hecho de orden y obediencia.

Engano seu... Nenhuma guerra termina nunca.

Na guerra, os pobres são mortos. Na paz, os pobres morrem.

an "ominous" figure suggestive of "pestilence and war.

Lebanon War, he entered Beirut at the head of

That's what is happening every time we kill an Iraqi, every time we kill anyone, we are creating a large number of people who are going to want vengeance. And, you know, when are we ever going to learn that that doesn't work?

Under Saddam Hussein, no al Qaeda. Under George Bush, al Qaeda. Under Saddam Hussein, relative stability. Under George Bush, instability. Under Saddam Hussein, about 30,000 deaths a year. Under George Bush, about 60,000 deaths a year. I don't get it. Why is it better to have George Bush the king of Iraq rather than Saddam Hussein?

And religion causes most of the problems, war, and economics of course, and study your history or you're going to repeat it and if you're burning a Harry Potter book you need some serious counseling, you don't get it, you're missing the whole point.

I just could not understand why our surroundings had changed so greatly in one instant…. I thought it might have been something which had nothing to do with the war, the collapse of the earth which it was said would take place at the end of the world.

It is exactly because we are a city that embraces freedom, that welcomes everyone and encourages their dreams, that New York remains on the front lines in the war on terror.

Ironically, it is exactly because we are a city that embraces freedom, that welcomes everyone and encourages their dreams, that New York remains on the front lines in the war on terror.

He took as well as gave, but what he gave was unique. He had a curious precision of statement, a delicate flavour of humour, and a trick of small gestures to illustrate his meaning, which were peculiar to himself. The effect cannot be reproduced, but I remember how in discussing the wars of the future he said: "A chemist on each side will approach the frontier with a bottle" — his upraised hand and precise face conjuring up a vivid and grotesque picture.

Some of my family were persecuted by Hitler, a few, a pitiful few. My uncle, a priest, was martyred in Dachau. But most of my relatives were complacent, asleep, or frightened.