Quotes About War

Just a breath ago, an eighteen-year-old nurse was bending over Rebecca's father's father, a wounded soldier in a Soviet hospital, saying, yes, Shura, we are going to have a baby.

He heard bombs exploding like fireworks, and as if in a dream his father's face flashed before him, wanting to know what Alexander was doing near death's door before it was his time. He said, "Dad, I'm going for her.

En el tapiz de la existencia de Alexander había un único hilo que no podría romperse con la muerte, el dolor, la distancia, el tiempo, la guerra o el comunismo. «No hay nada capaz de romperlo —susurró Tatiana. Y con su aliento, su cuerpo y sus labios, añadió—: Mientras yo esté en el mundo, mientras respire, tú perdurarás, soldado.»

It was a perfect day. For five minutes there was no war, and it was just a glorious Sunday in a Leningrad June. When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

Slightly less time than it takes one woman to make one life, they managed to snuff out a million and a half lives.

No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

If they had stayed together for years, and he went off to war, and when he came back, their house had burned down, and she was gone, and he searched for her across the scorched South, and when he finally found her, he took her in his arms and pressed her to his lips. [...] He might say, I have searched behind the sun for you, at the bottom of the earth for you. [...] He might say, my love , I have found you again.

Sólo los muertos han visto el fin de la guerra».

Tatiana le pidió a Dimitri que se marchara y después subió a la azotea, donde rogó para que le cayera una bomba. Vio

She wasn't afraid of random war. It was like being struck by lightning, even if the lightning did strike a thousand times a day. No, it wasn't war that terrified Tatiana. It was the resolute chaos of her broken heart.

A bus came. The soldier turned away from her and walked toward it. Tatiana watched him. Even his walk was from another world; the step was too sure, the stride too long, yet somehow it all seemed right, looked right, felt right. It was like stumbling on a book you thought you had lost. Ah, yes, there it is.

When Tatiana looked up from her ice cream, she saw a soldier staring at her from across the street.

An aside that will appeal to the well-rounded reader: A creative high that increases physical and mental work capacity is accompanied by noradrenaline secretion. Perhaps this explains why the samurai were equally proficient at war and poetry.

The only difference between Obama and Bush is that Obama is killing more people. He's about double the numbers now. Can you imagine if McCain had won and did precisely what Obama has done, with every speech and every political maneuver overseas? There'd be riots in the streets about the people we're killing. And yet because it's Obama, and he's better looking and better at reading the teleprompter, we let him get away with it.

O sangue viscoso do inimigo escorria pelas falgas da montanha e transformava-se em lava seca, donde brotavam diamantes de ternura.

War is hell," she said. "Do you know why I always beat you, Daddy?" "Tell me." "Because you hate to lose pieces.

Man has no right to kill his brother. It is no excuse that he does so in uniform: he only adds the infamy of servitude to the crime of murder.

War is the statesman's game, the priest's delight, the lawyer's jest, the hired assassin's trade.

War is a kind of superstition, the pageantry of arms and badges corrupts the imagination of men.

War, waged from whatever motive, extinguishes the sentiment of reason and justice in the mind.

It is better that we gain what we demand by a process of negotiation which would occupy twenty years, than that by communicating a sudden shock to the interests of those who are the depositaries and dependents of power we should incur the calamity which their revenge might inflict upon us by giving the signal of . . . war.

la Armada Invencible; ya saben, cañonazo va y ola viene y todo a tomar por saco, con aquel pulso fatal entre nuestro buen Rey Don Felipe Segundo y esa arpía pelirroja que se llamó Isabel de Inglaterra, amparo de protestantes, hideputas y piratas, más conocida por la Reina Virgen, aunque maldito si puede uno imaginarse virgen de qué

War was invented was to allow men who never grew up to do the things they always wanted to do as kids: mess up their rooms, wear funny clothes, sleep in a room with a lot of strangers, dirty up other people's houses and then take their toys away.

One thing I learned in this world? Things don't last. People say they do. They don't. Your friends, they die. The wars go on and on and on, then they end. People say they will love each other for the rest of their lives, and they don't.