98 Quotes About Wwi

Memories. They are like matryoshka dolls, yes?"[Lily] looked at Mr. Martin again, brows knit. "What kind of dolls?"He cupped his hands, then brought them closer together. "They...nest. Nesting dolls? You know them by this name, perhaps?""Oh! Yes, of course. ...Memories /are/ like that, to be sure. As soon as you peek at one, another reveals itself, and then another.

It is as if Quincey has replaced the sun in my universe and it is around him that I spin.

If, as I have reason to believe, I have disintegrated the nucleus of the atom, this is of greater significance than the war.[Apology to the international anti-submarine committee for being absent from several meetings during World War I.]

We must be still - not our hands and feet, but our minds. And know that He is God. That He has not changed. That the same Lord who loved us when all is well loves us still when all is lost. His promises are as true today as they were yesterday. He has been enough to see people through the worst since the dawn of time. We must trust that His love is enough to see us through now.

Irony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.

The rocket was beautiful. In conception it had been shaped by an artist to break a chain that had bound the human race ever since we first gained consciousness of earth's gravity and all it's analogs in suffering, failure and pain. It was at once a prayer sent heavenward and the answer to that prayer: Bear me away from this awful place.

France is to me the heroine in the romance of all the nations of all time. This feeling was born in me years ago when I read how her noble sons had defended America in its cradle. Today I am proud that I am one of the millions who will come to save our heroine from the clutches of the villain from across the Rhine.

We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.

We had come from lecture halls, school desks and factory workbenches, and over the brief weeks of training, we had bonded together into one large and enthusiastic group. Grown up in an age of security, we shared a yearning for danger, for the experience of the extraordinary. We were enraptured by war.