10,941 Quotes About War

The body is a fantastic machine,’ Hughes told Mackers in one of his Boston College interviews, recounting the grueling sequence of a hunger strike. ‘It’ll eat off all the fat tissue first, then it starts eating away at the muscle, to keep your brain alive.’ Long after Hughes and Price called an end to their strikes and attempted to reintegrate into society, the nursed old grudges and endlessly replayed their worst wartime abominations. In a sense, they never stopped devouring themselves.

Since leaving Kocho, I had begged for death, I had willed Salman to kill me or asked God to let me die or refused to eat or drink in the hopes I would fade away. I had thought many times that the man who raped and beat me would kill me. But death had never come. In the checkpoint bathroom, I began to cry. For the first time since I left Kocho, I thought I actually might die. And I also knew for sure that I didn't want to.

In us there is war between Light and darkness, but Light must prevail against darkness.

You guys can play the role of being arrested by me, I’ll waltz into the castle with you two in tow, and, then, we’ll burn it down.

You may have heard the phrase "make love, not war" – well, these are all useless words, unless you can actually, genuinely, humanely feel your true oneness with all humans at the very core of your existence. Once you feel that oneness - that unity - that simple yet glorious uniformity, then only will the drumbeats of war begin to fade away.

Ironically, the vice president, like President Trump and the hawkish national security adviser John Bolton, has never served in the military. Yet Pence held forth like a four-star (armchair) general about the need for young American troops to do battle in a “dangerous world”.

Leer inleyerek kolunun üzerine yaslanıyor. Öyle bir kanıyor ki elimizden gelen yok. Boşalan bir tüp gibi, birkaç dakika içinde çöküverdi. Okulda, matematikte birinci oluşunun şimdi ona ne yararı var ki?

War is Death. If not theirs, then ours.

The skirmishes of quadrille, she would say, reminded her of the petty ephemeral embroilments of the little Italian states, depicted by Machiavel ; perpetually changing postures and connexions ; bitter foes to-day, sugared darlings to-morrow ; kissing and scratching in a breath; — but the wars of whist were comparable to the long, steady, deep-rooted, rational, antipathies of the great French and English nations.