Quotes About War

There will always be a war between light and darkness, between science and superstition, between education and ignorance. Ignorance is easier. It requires no study. Faith is the enemy of thought.

Notes of joy have a special STP solvent in them that dissolves all the gluey engine deposits of heartache. War and woe don't have anything like the range and reach that notes of joy do.

Music is storming, driving, relentless, devotional, slinky, subtle, heartbreakingly-beautiful sounds that, lyrically, switch from the cynical to the sanguine, the defeated to the defiant, dealing in love, war, beauty, children, romance, rejection, Pethedine, poetry, panties, God, Auden, Johnny Cash, cold potatoes, too-much-money, not enough money, writer's block, flowers, animals and more flowers. But maybe I'm projecting here.

It is impossible to exaggerate the wide, and widening, gulf between the American attitude on the Iraq war and the view from our friends across the Atlantic.

Western democracies managed to fight without imposing restrictions on freedom of speech. Instead of Orwell's 'war atmosphere', there was an anti-war atmosphere.

Let's face it, the only reason rock'n'roll guys are viewed as heroes in the first place is that they usually come from a country that hasn't recently been defeated in any war, where the economy is bountiful and where generally you find that their parents have given them virtually everything on a plate. Just so they can go out and play pop stars.

Shutting-down your identity requires a voyage out to K-space interzone. Zootic affectivity flatlines across a smooth cata-tension plateau and into simulated subversions of the near future, scorched vivid green by alien sex and war. You are drawn into the dripping depths of the net, where dynamic-ice security forces and K-guerillas stalk each other through labyrinthine erogenous zones, tangled in diseased elaborations of desire.

The fact that for the initial years of the war Roger's father had been a conscientious objector added more poignancy.

On the bus we got to know a newly married American couple – the groom was about to head off to Vietnam, which meant little to us in 1966; the full significance only hit me later on, and I still occasionally wonder if he survived.

I doubt there is even a word in Afghani for peace. Nearest to it is probably a phrase that translates as "just getting my break back and reloading

The soul secure in her existence smiles at the drawn dagger and defies its point. The stars shall fade away, the sun himself grow dim with age and nature sink in years, but thou shall flourish in immortal youth, unhurt amid the war of elements, the wreck of matter and the crush of worlds.

The old memories were making him angry, boiling up inside of him. That was good. It meant he was still alive. Dead men couldn't fight. Only living men, fuming at injustice and enraged at the loss of their fellows, fought, and won wars. "Cap'n

Dead men couldn't fight. Only living men, fuming at injustice and enraged at the loss of their fellows, fought, and won wars.

Autumn blew, leaves fell, flames flickered, and song turned to war.

Humanity longs to free itself from poverty, from toil, from war—from everything which few escape without degrading themselves.

The war in the Vendée is the only political conflict that arouses my complete sympathy without troubling my reason.

it was wartime. People were being bombed out all over the place. Bad experience is more bearable when you are not the only sufferer.

If there were any justice," said Shale, "one ought to be allowed to use ardent militarists for experiments in peacetime, if one uses pacifists in war. But I suppose they wouldn't volunteer.

The more bombers, the less room for doves of peace.

In the name of peace They waged the wars Ain't they got no shame

Each man carried the War differently. I liked that Chilton announced his weakness rather than attempting to hide it.

The spell didn't last too terribly long. Agatha roused herself and headed into Archie's study, where she sat down to write a letter to her husband. It may have been a plea. It may have been a declaration of war. Nobody would ever know, except for Archie, who read it once, then threw it in the fire.

He recalled the rifles without sights, the cross-purposes of wars, and the dark Malays who knew only the most simple, the most fundamental language of all- life, love and liberty -and who now would find themselves within the coils of power and politics.

That strange feeling we had in the war. Have you found anything in your lives since to equal it in strength? A sort of splendid carelessness it was, holding us together.