158 Quotes by Julie Berry

Regret to inform you that your son, Private Such-and-Such, is reported killed in action during heavy bombardment" or "has died of wounds at a casualty clearing station." Followed by a letter from a CO reporting, in every instance, that they passed bravely, swiftly, without much pain, They never said, "Hung for hours on a barbed wire fence with his bowels hanging out, pleading for rescue, but nobody dared go for fear of hostile fire."The first casualty of war is the truth.

What's most shocking... is that you mingled romanitcally with N**** soldiers... Have you no shame? No pride in your race?""Not at the moment... but I do take pride in my friendship with a brilliant young man who was always decent, kind, and a perfect gentleman. Which is more than can be said for plenty of own race that have passed through these doors.

The French and British Armies had begged the United States to send supporting reinforcements, but General Pershing had refused to relinquish command of any U.S. troops. They were his responsibility to lead and, as much as possible, to safeguard. He didn't want Americans used as expendable cannon fodder by non-American generals. But he could spare a black regiment, to be used as needed.

Now that she saw Germans daily, with their bright blue eyes and shaggy beards, hearing their "Danke, Fraulein" for the soup, she struggled to understand why they and French and British lads had spent four years killing one another.Of course, she knew about the German atrocities in Belgium. She knew what terrible brutality they had caused in 1914. But surely there weren't the ones who had done it. How did one nation produce both humble souls and killers?

Here is a new musical phenomenon. Not songs written for black musicians by white composers. Not humiliating parodies that grope for a laugh, joking at the black singers' expense. Black composers and lyricists, black musicians excellent in their own right. Not merely excellent, but daring and vibrant and wholly original.

Hazel went from stranger and pianist to the reason why the war mattered at all, symbol of all that was pure and beautiful and worth dying for in a broken world.

He caught me up on wings of light, and showed me the realms of his creation, the glittering gemstones paving his heaven. He left my body weak and spent, my spirit gorged with honey.

The people you save won't celebrate you. They'll gather the wood and cheer while you burn.

The sorrow. It came in waves. Just when she thought the storm had subsided, it ambushed her all over again.