All Quotes By Tag: War

“There are two kinds of people in this world, son. Those who save lives, and those who take lives.””And what of those who protect and defend? Those who save lives by taking lives?””That’s like trying to stop a storm by blowing harder. Ridiculous. You can’t protect by killing.”

“Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.”

“He was just a small church parson when the war broke out, and heLooked and dressed and acted like all parsons that we see.He wore the cleric’s broadcloth and he hooked his vest behind.But he had a man’s religion and he had a stong man’s mind.And he heard the call to duty, and he quit his church and went.And he bravely tramped right with ’em every- where the boys were sent.He put aside his broadcloth and he put the khaki on;Said he’d come to be a soldier and was going to live like one.Then he’d refereed the prize fights that the boys pulled off at night,And if no one else was handy he’d put on the gloves and fight.He wasn’t there a fortnight ere he saw the sol- diers’ needs,And he said: “I’m done with preaching; this is now the time for deeds.”He learned the sound of shrapnel, he could tell the size of shellFrom the shriek it make above him, and he knew just where it fell.In the front line trench he laboured, and he knew the feel of mud,And he didn’t run from danger and he wasn’t scared of blood.He wrote letters for the wounded, and he cheered them with his jokes,And he never made a visit without passing round the smokes.Then one day a bullet got him, as he knelt be- side a ladWho was “going west” right speedy, and they both seemed mighty glad,’Cause he held the boy’s hand tighter, and he smiled and whispered low,”Now you needn’t fear the journey; over there with you I’ll go.”And they both passed out together, arm in arm I think they went.He had kept his vow to follow everywhere the boys were sent.”

“I asked this heroic pet lover how it felt to have died for a schnauzer named Teddy. Salvador Biagiani was philosophical. He said it sure beat dying for absolutely nothing in the Viet Nam War.”

“All war is based in deception (cfr. Sun Tzu, “The Art of War”).Definition of deception: “The practice of deliberately making somebody believe things that are not true. An act, a trick or device entended to deceive somebody”.Thus, all war is based in metaphor.All war necessarily perfects itself in poetry.Poetry (since indefinable) is the sense of seduction.Therefore, all war is the storytelling of seduction, and seduction is the nature of war.”

“We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.”

“I want to tell the rebels that I am alive. That I’m right here in District Eight, where the Capitol has just bombed a hospital full of unarmed men, women and children. There will be no survivors.” The shock I’ve been feeling begins to give way to fury. “I want to tell people that if you think for one second the Capitol will treat us fairly if there’s a cease-fire, you’re deluding yourself. Because you know who they are and what they do.” My hands go out automatically, as if to indicate the whole horror around me. “This is what they do and we must fight back!””President Snow says he’s sending a message. Well I have one for him. You can torture us and bomb and burn our districts to the ground, but do you see that?” One of the cameras follows where I point to the planes burning on the roof of a warehouse across from us. “Fire is catching!” I am shouting now, determined he will not miss a word of it, “And if we burn, you burn with us!”

“Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.”

“Thousands of people are being buried and no one attends the funerals,’ said one of the soldiers. ‘In peacetime it’s the other way round: one coffin and a hundred people carrying flowers.”

“poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you”

“I will tell you what war is. War is a psychosis caused by an inability to see relationships. Our relationship with our fellowmen. Our relationship with our economic and historical situation. And above all our relationship to nothingness, to death.”

“In the time that we’re here today, more women and children will die violently in the Darfur region than in Iraq, Afghanistan, Palestine, Israel or Lebanon. So, after September 30, you won’t need the UN – you will simply need men with shovels and bleached white linen and headstones.”

“You’re the only war I can’t win. The only war I don’t want to.”

“We prayed these wars would end all wars –In war we know is no romance.”(Done With Bonaparte)”

“He’d thought it would be the right thing to say, but she scoffed a little… and that, more than anything—more than the prospect of having his ribs crushed in or his face pulled off or his neck stretched on a rope—scared him out of his wits.”