Quotes About Soldier

There's no soldier don't have a queer little spot in his wretched heart for his enemy, that's just a fact.

There's no soldier don't have a queer little spot in his wretched heart for his enemy, that's just a fact. Maybe only on account of him being alive in the same place and the same time and we are all just customers of the same three-card trickster.

It was not just because he was old, and looked old to them, but because he was a pensioned ghost from the strange past, a pointless survivor, an old soldier of forgotten wars. A remnant, with a torn gansey for a soul.

Henry O. Sturges, born in England, March 2nd, 1563. Landed at Roanoke, July 27th, 1587. Friend to the American Revolution, present at the Battles of Trenton and Yorktown, staunch supporter of the North in its hour of need, adviser to presidents, a decorated soldier who distinguished himself in the trenches of the Great War, and member of the Union Brotherhood—a collective of vampires dedicated to preserving the freedom of man and his dominion over the earth.

The seaman's story is of tempest, the plowman's of his team of bulls; the soldier tells his wounds, the shepherd his tale of sheep.

Ammon Hennacy, a Catholic Worker, said, "Love without courage and wisdom is sentimentality, as with the ordinary church member. Courage without love and wisdom is foolhardiness, as with the ordinary soldier. Wisdom without love and courage is cowardice, as with the ordinary intellectual.

You should be dynamic, and still be soft in the heart. You should stand against injustice and simultaneously, be compassionate within you, like a saint. Be a saint and a soldier, together

Cool," said Jack. Florence tucked Jack's blanket tighter around him. "There, soldier. Warmer now?

As he climbed down, he saw Annie pull off her helmet. Her pigtails flew up and down as she jumped and shouted, "Go! Go! Go!" Her soldier's cape fell off.

The public filed past Elmer in his casket, looking every bit the soldier and nothing at all the decomposing body.

TP53 seems to encode the greater good, like a suicide pill in the mouth of a soldier that dissolves only when it detects evidence that he is about to mutiny.

and since the beginning of human history the soldier and the poet had shared great (or terrible) imaginations that remade their surroundings.

The first to fall in any war are forgotten. No love gets lost over one person's reckless mistake. Only after it's a mountain of bodies bagged do we think to raise a flag and call the mistake by a different name, because one downfall times a thousand has got to mean something. It needs its own brand, some point to all the sacrifice. Mom was the unknown soldier.

told you, we're rebuilding. There's you, there's Larison, I hope, and there are a few others. And there are two in particular I want you to track down." "Who?" "A former marine sniper, goes by the name Dox, is one." "Who's the other?" Hort took a sip of wine. "The same man who taught me about honne and tatemae. A half-Japanese former soldier gone freelance, named Rain. John

I have a great longing for trousers, and if I ask you in time maybe you can put in a little sequence with the trousers? Maybe her dressed as soldier, going to Napoleon's tent at night or something. I'm sorry not to contribute anything more but it is merely to remind you about the trousers. Trousers - girls in trousers. Pressed trousers. Girls. Trousers, trousers.

I have always been a patriot, Brandt. In order to be a truly effective soldier, one must believe in one's country, is that not so?

Artillerymen have a love for their guns which is perhaps stronger than the feeling of any soldier for his weapon or any part of his equipment.

Any child soldier has to go through a lot of love, care and understanding to become normal.

I dedicate my love and whole heart this Memorial Day to my Dad, a soldier, who like many others, suffers in silence with pride and honor.

Observo de cerca la mueca concentrada del final: parece como si todavía estuviera soñando. ¿Con qué soñabas, viejo soldado?

And they who for their country die shall fill an honored grave, for glory lights the soldier's tomb, and beauty weeps the brave.

They wrote in the old days that it is sweet and fitting to die for one's country. But in modern war, there is nothing sweet nor fitting in your dying. You will die like a dog for no good reason.

Cowardice, as distinguished from panic, is almost always simply a lack of ability to suspend the functioning of the imagination. Learning to suspend your imagination and live completely in the very second of the present with no before and no after is the greatest gift a soldier can acquire.

Conduct toward the civil population ought to be regulated by a large respect for all the rules and traditions of the people of the zone, in order to demonstrate effectively, with deeds, the moral superiority of the guerrilla fighter over the oppressing soldier.