No War Quotes
Doesn't it seem that it is always by chance that these things happen, or is it because of the generosity of a shared knowledge of suffering that allows for it?
Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.
Innocence always calls mutely or protection when we would be so much wise to guard ourselves against it: innocence is like a dumb leper who has lost his bell, wandering the world, meaning no harm.
Suddenly watching her feet, so light and precise and mistress of his shuffle, I was in love again.
One always spoke of her like that in the third person as though she were not there. Sometimes she seemed invisible like peace.
Could it be he was feeling a certain nostalgia for the war, despite its stench and meaningless carnage? For that questionless life of instinct?
Because we can't just blow up enough things that this becomes a good situation.
Peace ought not be regarded the height of civilization, else like barbarians we forever battle for peace.
I had witnessed the sort of atrocities during the war that threaten to steal a man's soul.
I had witnessed the sort of atrocities during the war than threaten to steal a man's soul.
How did the war creep up? How did it gather itself together? What was it made from? What secrets, lies, betrayals? What loves and hatreds? What sums of money, what metals?
Condemning war has not curbed armed conflict. Religion and education did not eliminate war. Warfare did not terminate more wars. Armed combat simply breeds endless wars.
The longer he remained on this earth, the more he was sure that mankind had no clue about God or heaven. Not when they used him as an excuse to kill, to punish, to discriminate.
We are at war. War has a way of stripping us of perspective. War is about life and death, and it paints everything in shades of now or never.
If you are not affected, if you are not hurt by what we do, then you will not do anything to stop it. The war will simply continue.
With all the god-awful suffering in this war, I suppose somebody ought to be enjoying it.
If history only remembers one in a thousand of us, then that future will be filled with stories of who we were and what we did.
The men history declares heroes are merely heroes because they failed to survive their benevolent acts.
It is time to recognize the past and ongoing genocides to prevent new ones. Together we can build a better world!
Let’s stand against the killing of innocent civilians. It is time to make the future better than today. Together we can bring peace and unity to our communities.
Cigarettes are called coffin nails for a reason, Billy Boy, " I remembered telling him. "Be careful with those things. You're risking your life.
You know and we know, as practical men that the question of justice arises only between parties equal in strength and that the strong do what they can, and the weak suffer what they must.
It's the time to run away an' hide under the bed, an' hope the world's still in one piece when you come out again.
War soaks into your bones, drills down into the marrow like a parasite. It blots your life like ink spilled on snow white paper, and it has its perils even long after you've given it up.
Well, I once recall an old master sergeant once telling me that NCOs look after the men so that officers can figure out how to get them killed. That's the difference between maintenance and command.
...Chief without soldiers is just a very lonely man in a big bloody field
It has often been our best instincts, not our worst, that have led us to do harm in the world
They turned their desks into a trigonometric war room, poring over equations scrawling ideas on blackboards, evaluating their work, erasing it, starting over.
… as General Berringer would readily admit, “If you’re in a fair fight, I’ve done something wrong.
Fear no one nor kneel before themFor many seek to be your god and masterAnd you sacrificial lamb in their fevered plansAnd insane ambitionsKhoiSan Book of Wisdom
Make not the scars of yesterdayMake you bitter todayYesterday has passedAnd like water in a river once passed Can never be returnedThe KhoiSan Book of Wisdom
Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.
Shame on the misguided, the blinded, the distracted and the divided. Shame. You have allowed deceptive men to corrupt and desensitize your hearts and minds to unethically fuel their greed.
With God, anything that stands against you will always be inferior to what resides within you.
The world after a war is a good world, I told myself. A happy world. A secure world. In this world, I might do anything.
When two warring people face each other, the war of words jumps beyond the subject. The subject remains no more central to the arguments.
Where once we fought for land and God, we now fought to avenge fallen comrades, themselves slaughtered in vengeance. Where could it end? Babes growing to men knowing only days of war.
Where would the world be if we took every man to book? There were thousands of Kantoreks, all of whom were convinced that they were acting for the best- in a way that cost them nothing.