366 Quotes About Soldier

Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.

Lying half-asleep in his embrace, I looked up and saw on his face the same expression I saw on countless lonely faces every day. It was the homesick look of the children who were lost in the chaos of warfare, witnessing death and disaster, longing for a meaningful touch.

War can condition a person to be resilient, tolerant, dependable, strong, and capable of so much more than one who had experienced nothing of it; it can bring out the very best in us, but also the very worst. Where is it, I ask, the proper conduit through which a soldier should be raised from whence they would become an upstanding citizen of the world, instead of a single country?

Между поэтом жалким, что грустно, словно четки,Слова перебирает, чтоб были рифмы четки,И офицером с саблей, спесивым и надменным,Какой быть может выбор? Здесь выбор несомненный!Он женщин восхищает осанкой и мундиром,И дева выбирает его своим кумиром.ИКОНА И ОКЛАД

Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.

When those who must do the fighting have the right to decide between war and peace, history will no longer be written in blood.

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

A woman's body is a sacred temple. A work of art, and a life-giving vessel. And once she becomes a mother, her body serves as a medicine cabinet for her infant. From her milk she can nourish and heal her own child from a variety of ailments. And though women come in a wide assortment as vast as the many different types of flowers and birds, she is to reflect divinity in her essence, care and wisdom. God created a woman's heart to be a river of love, not to become a killing machine.

Antigonus, having taken one of his soldiers into a great degree of favor and esteem for his valor, gave his physicians strict charge to cure him of a long and inward disease under which he had a great while languished, and observing that, after his cure, he went much more coldly to work than before, he asked him what had so altered and cowed him: “Yourself, sir,” replied the other, “by having eased me of the pains that made me weary of my life.