Quotes About War

Islamic killers are over here because we are over there.

TWICE THIS POLICY would bring Britain into war with Germany until, by 1945, Britain was too weak to play the role any longer. She would lose her empire because of what Lord Salisbury had said in 1877 was "the commonest error in politics…sticking to the

Had Britain not declared war on Germany in 1914, Canada, Australia, South Africa, New Zealand, and India would not have followed the Mother Country in. Nor would Britain's ally Japan. Nor would Italy, which London lured in with secret bribes of territory from the Habsburg and Ottoman empires. Nor would America have gone to war had Britain stayed out. Germany would have been victorious, perhaps in months. There would have been no Lenin, no Stalin, no Versailles, no Hitler, no Holocaust.

Victory in war is made up of simple things. But in war, even the simplest things are hard.

After all, the war doesn't alter my relationship with a blade of grass.

Je pense à Dora Bruder. Je me dis que sa fugue n'était pas aussi simple que la mienne une vingtaine d'années plus tard, dans un monde redevenu inoffensif. Cette ville de décembre 1941, son couvre-feu, ses soldats, sa police, tout lui était hostile et voulait sa perte. A seize ans, elle avait le monde entier contre elle, sans qu'elle sache pourquoi.

How could the war have any semblance of reality when you found yourself sitting under a plane tree in a playground, in the provincial calm of an early afternoon?

Si yo no diera fe de ello, no quedaría huella de la presencia de esa desconocida y de la de mi padre en un coche celular en febrero de 1942, en los Campos elíseos. Sólo serían personas —muertas o vivas— a las que se clasifica en la categoría de "individuos no identificados

War is like a monster," he says, almost to himself. "War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows." He's looking at me now. "And otherwise normal men become monsters, too.

If you ever see a war," she says, not looking up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors.

A monster, I think, remembering what Ben told me once. War makes Monsters of Men.

Cuz that's it - That's the nasty, nasty secret of war - When yer winning - When yer winning, it's effing thrilling -

No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.

But it's obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them.

Is this what war is? Is this what men want so much? Is this sposed to make them men?

Let the battle for peace commence

You said war should never be personal, but that's all it's ever been for me.

War is a monster...War is the devil. It starts and it consumes and it grows and grows and grows...And otherwise normal people become monsters, too.

But the Spackle War was over a long time ago, wasn't it?" "Thirteen years now." "Thirteen years where you could have righted a wrong." She finally looks at me. "Life is only that simple when you're young, my girl.

She turns to me sharply. "To live _is_ to fight," she snaps. "To preserve life is to fight _everything_ that man stands for." She takes an angry huff of air. "And now her, too, with all the bombs. I fight them every time I bandage the blackened eye of a woman, every time I remove shrapnel from a bomb victim." Her voice has raised but she lowers it again. "That's my war," she says. "That's the war I'm fighting.

You felt the excitement when we chased them up the hill," the Mayor's saying. "I saw it. It blazed through your Noise like a fire. Every man in the army felt the same thing. You're never more alive than in battle." "Never more dead after," I say.

Mistress Coyle agreed, and Simone set to work, planning the whole thing with the absolute focus on capturing a Spackle and sending it back with a message of peace. Which seems strange after we've killed so many of them to do it, but it's been obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them.

War makes monsters of men," I say, quoting Ben from that night in the weird place where New World buried its dead. "And women," Mistress Coyle says.

If you ever see a war," she says, not lookng up from her clipboard, "you'll learn that war only destroys. No one escapes from a war. No one. Not even the survivors. You accept things that would appall you at any other time because life has temporarily lost all meaning.