War Quotes - Page 20

The world isn’t big enough for all of us.

How dare you come into my home? And hurt my family? I ought to tear your throat out right here, right now!

We all know what’s coming. The winds are picking up, spiralling closer and bringing with it a great wave of destruction…none of us can hide…no matter which side you choose, you’ll be dragged into the line of fire and who’s to say, my friend, which of us will come out alive?

I guess, my advice would be the following: stay calm and do not let the panic seize you.

War is not one-sided. It takes two blades to clash. It matters little who comes out on top, there is still a dead man at the end.

You are always sending us to our deaths. We’re soldiers, it is what we do.

I love you more than life itself, Arodi, you mean everything to me. I'm lost without you. I swear by all that is holy and sacred to me that I will never leave you, and I won't die on you. I'm never going to leave you alone.

And so the afternoon stretched on, and Ezbon toasted their imminent defeat to the dregs.

He was in a fairy kingdom where everything was possible.
He looked up at the sky. And the sky was a fairy realm like the earth. It was clearing, and over the tops of the trees clouds were swiftly sailing as if unveiling the stars.

What’s the difference? Fill a hundred pits with dead Northmen, congratulations, have a parade! Kill one man in the same uniform as you? A crime. A murder. Worse than despicable. Are we not all men? All blood and bone and dreams?

They were in a long line, an endless line, and as they burst from the wood there was an instant, the smallest part of a heartbeat, when all Catelyn saw was the moonlight on the point of their lance, as if a thousand willowisps were coming down the ridge, wreathed in silver. Then she blinked, and they were only men, rushing down to kill or die.

Handing me a pen is like handy a madman a knife...at the end of it you know you'll end up with a lot of broken bones, blood, and bodies - but it'll be one hell of a story to tell your friends.

To live is - to war with trolls
In the holds of the heart and mind

I wyszedłeś, jasny synku, z czarną bronią w noc,
i poczułeś, jak się czai w dźwięku minut - zło.
Zanim padłeś, jeszcze ziemię przeżegnałeś ręką.
Czy to była kula, synku, czy to serce pękło?

He is a true casualty of battle. There's not a physical scar, but look at the man's heart, and his head, and there are scars galore.

Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.

War does that, nothing for it. Reality lays siege. Your framed portrait of life is smashed, and a new one thrust upon you. It's ugly, and you don't even want to look at it let alone hang it on the wall, but you have no choice, once you know. Once you really know.

Melodramas of moral courage provide satisfaction through the comforting fantasy that our own character would hold steady under the most extreme pressure of dreadful events. [But we must face] the painful awareness that in all likelyhood one's own character would not have stood firm.

Perché finché la guerra è altrove, non riesci a prenderla sul serio. Come ha detto Martha Gellhorn "La guerra è un fatto personale". È proprio così: finché non capita a te, non riesci a capirla, tanto meno a immaginarla. Finché non entra nella tua vita è irreale

As a sea is full of drops of liquid, I was but one in the ocean of War
Many are swept ruthlessly into the battering, bashing waves, and only few survive to swim to shore