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My mom and dad refused to believe that people who had grown up together in peace and friendship, had gone to the same schools, spoken the same language, and listened to the same music, could overnight be blinded by ethnic hatred and start to brutally kill one another. They simply didn't accept as true that less than two years of a multiparty system and competition for power could poison people's brains so much.

My mother used to say that rain here pours like a blessing, like a thick veil that parts to reveal the bride's face. But nearly every day, when this rain parted, it revealed a long line of soldiers, like you, like death, marching toward us, and we would scatter with a practiced silence and hide.

My mother used to say, Preeto, there is never a right or a wrong side to a problem, but there can be to people. Not everyone here is on the right side, not everyone there is. You need to ask yourself, which side do you want to be on?

My own concern is primarily the terror and violence carried out by my own state, for two reasons. For one thing, because it happens to be the larger component of international violence. But also for a much more important reason than that; namely, I can do something about it. So even if the U.S. was responsible for 2 percent of the violence in the world instead of the majority of it, it would be that 2 percent I would be primarily responsible for. And that is a simple ethical judgment. That is, the ethical value of one's actions depends on their anticipated and predictable consequences. It is very easy to denounce the atrocities of someone else. That has about as much ethical value as denouncing atrocities that took place in the 18th century.

My preferred weapon of mass destruction (WMD) is scientific discovery.

mystify, mislead, and surprise the enemy

My self, whose spirit is steel to their dull lead, What with recalling of the prophecy, And that our native stones from English arms Rebel against us, find myself attainted With strong surprise of weak and yielding fear. King John – Act IV, scene 7

My sisters and I sit together on a pair of suitcases. If we've forgotten anything, it's already too late -- our rooms have all been sealed and photographed. Anyway, Tatiana would say it's bad luck to return for something you've forgotten.

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed. The extent of my thoughts didn’t go much beyond that. We had been fighting for over two years, and killing had become a daily activity. I felt no pity for anyone.

My species has a great many good reasons for making war, though none of them is as good as the reason for not making war.

My wife is alone in our full bed too. Her husband, the father of her children, never came back from Iraq. When I deployed the first time she asked her grandmother for advice. Her grandfather served in Africa and Europe in World War II. Her grandmother would know what to do. “How do I live with him being gone? How do I help him when he comes home?” my wife asked. “He won’t come home,” her grandmother answered. “The war will kill him one way or the other. I hope for you that he dies while he is there. Otherwise the war will kill him at home. With you.” My wife’s grandfather died of a heart attack on the living-room floor, long before she was born. It took a decade or two for World War II to kill him. When would my war kill me?

My wish for you, Kallistos, is that you survive as many battles in the flesh as you have already fought in your imagination. Perhaps then you will acquire the humility of a man and bear yourself no longer as the demigod you presume yourself to be.

Nach dem Weltfrieden zu rufen, ist leichter, als sich mit seinem Nachbarn zu vertragen.

Naphta loathed the bourgeois state and its love of security. He found occasion to express this loathing one autumn afternoon when, as they were walking along the main street, it suddenly began to rain and, as if on command, there was an umbrella over every head. That was a symbol of cowardice and vulgar effeminacy, the end product of civilization. An incident like the sinking of the Titanic was atavistic, true, but its effect was most refreshing, it was the handwriting on the wall. Afterward, of course, came the hue and cry for more security in shipping. How pitiful, but such weak-willed humanitarianism squared very nicely with the wolfish cruelty and villainy of slaughter on the economic battlefield known as the bourgeois state. War, war ! He was all for it – the universal lust for war seemed quite honorable in comparison.

—¿Nada más que eso? Vaya, pero si es muy fácil. Hasta los niños conocen que hemos perdidos. ¿Pero sabe qué? De nosotros, los grandes derrotados de la historia, a menos que hayamos sido con toda evidencia tan locos y degenerados como Calígula, el mundo siempre se preguntará si no sentíamos culpa por la real o supuesta cagada que nos mandamos.Las personas sienten culpa para no reconocer que tienen bloqueado el sentir. No sienten nada, en el fondo, porque son unos insensibles y la culpa es un sustituto. Si no se sintieran culpables, no tendrían más remedio que ver su gran vacío. Pero si pese a lo dicho fuesen adelante y rechazaran la culpa, ocurriría una de las dos cosas: o que se destruyesen, o que adquirieran la posibilidad de tornarse más humanos y con auténticos sentimientos. Yo me siento responsable por la pérdida de la guerra y por todos los muertos. Pero no culpable. Sé que es muy difícil, casi una disciplina yoga, y se torna un problema insoluble para la gente común en razón de que el Anti-ser tergiversa todo: inventa delitos haciendo pasar por abominable y vergonzoso lo que nunca lo fue, etc. Primero se inventó la culpa y después se arrastró al ser humano hasta que coincidiese con la falta supuesta. Después tal coincidencia le fue echado en cara, naturalmente, con lo cual el hombre, por sí mismo, aplicó el látigo con su cuerpo y su ser. ¿Quién dice que el movimiento continuo no existe?: la culpa es ese motor que sólo necesita que le den energía una vez y luego sigue marchando para siempre. No fue fácil convencer a los hombres de que eran culpables de sexo, vida y alegría. Llevó miles de años. Pero una vez que la máquina se pone en marcha ya únicamente puede pararla un milagro social. Nuestra Tecnocracia fue uno de los intentos del hombre por desmontar ese mecanismo diabólico. Así, pues, ahora, ni siquiera quien cometió un delito debe prestarse al juego. Es indispensable que tal persona no sienta culpa, pero, al mismo tiempo, que lo reconozca todo y no busque justificativos que lo dejen tranquilo. No bloquear, pero tampoco suicidarse. Un hombre puede matarse, pero nunca por flaqueza culposa.

Napoleon's aides broadcast the news to the people that the Emperor had covered the 1,000 kilometres from Dresden in only four days. In other words, he had broken the world retreating record, vive l'Empereur.

NAREDNIK: Vidi se, davno tu nije bilo rata. Pa kako da onda bude morala, pitam se ja? Mir, to je pusta zbrka, tek rat stvara red. Čovječanstvo u miru buja kao zelje. Posvuda koti ljudi i stoku kao da to nije ništa. Svatko ždere što ga volja, gromadu sira na bijeli kruh pa onda još na taj sir krišku slanine. Nitko ne zna koliko u ovom gradu pred nama ima mladića i dobrih konja, nitko ih nikada nije prebrojavao. Prolazio sam područjima u kojima rata nije bilo možda sedamdeset godina, ljudi nisu još imali imena, nisu se ni poznavali. Samo ondje gdje je rat ima i urednih popisa i registratura, cipele vezuju u bale i žito skupljaju u vreće, uredno se prebrojava i odvodi ljudstvo i stoka; jer se zna: bez reda nema rata!

Nationalism leads to all sorts of nasty things (even Nazi things) like fascism and war.

Nations that went down fighting rose again, but those who surrendered tamely were finished.

Nation will rise against nation and kingdom against kingdom .... These are the beginnings of sorrows.

Nations who are proud of their guns, tanks, missiles etc. are deprived of humanity!

Nationalism and ethnic pride, in the long run, delay human development, and the misery they cause must be recognized. If enough people saw that , maybe we wouldn't have so many wars.

Nations that take pride in or glorify war, violence and death are sick societies. When unbridled patriotism trumps humanity, peace, justice & rationality, it becomes a poisonous cancer that is both abhorrent as well as mortiferous.

N"ayez pas peur du kamikaze. Ce qui l'intéresse dans le risque de mort, ce n'est pas le risque, c'est la mort. Ce qu'il aime dans la guerre, ce n'est pas "vaincre ou mourir" mais mourir et ne surtout pas vaincre. Sa grande affaire, ce n'est pas, comme dit Clausewitz, proportionner des efforts à la force de résistance de l'ennemi, le renverser, le réduire - mais mourir. (ch. 16 Debray, Kojève et le prix du sang)

Nay, could their numbers countervail the stars, Or ever-drizzling drops of April showers, Or wither'd leaves that autumn shaketh down, Yet would the Soldan by his conquering power So scatter and consume them in his rage, That not a man should live to rue their fall.

Neither of us mentioned him when we woke on the morning after his death...One is not jealous of the dead, and it seemed easy to me that morning to take up our old life together.

Ne jau par savu godu ir jācīnās. No visām šai pasaulē iespējamajām darbībām karš ir tas, kurā goda ir vismazāk. Vienīgais gods ir cīnīties un mirt tikai tāpēc, lai karš beigtos un vairs nekad nebūtu vajadzības karot atkal. Gods ir saprast, kad jākaro, un prast apstāties, kad karošanai var darīt galu.

Never allow evil to conquer you. But overcome evil with good deeds.

Ne, nisu jučer ubili majku, srušili kuću. Ubili su, babo, moje djetinjstvo, mladost, snove, sav moj život.

Never confuse fighting for one's government with fighting for one's country.

Never get involved in a land war in Asia. Never fight a battle of wits when iocane powder is involved. And never, never, never, never, never, never, never let the New Republic's editors choose the headline for your article.

Never had I beheld such despair.

Never mind of what your enemy thinks of you, relax and think a head of him.

Nevertheless now have I asked thee but only of the fire and wind, and of the day where-through thou hast passed, and of things from which thou canst not be separated, and yet canst thou give me no answer of them.

Never on me let such wrath lay hold, as the wrath you cherish, you whose valor causes harm!

Nevertheless, there is a queer quality in that time [The Medieval Age]; which, while it was international was also internal and intimate. War, in the wide modern sense, is possible, not because more men disagree, but because more men agree.

[N]icht durch Reden und Majoritätsbeschlüsse werden die großen Fragen der Zeit entschiedenen [...] sondern durch Eisen und Blut.

New York Times military analyst Hanson Baldwin wrote, shortly after the war: The enemy, in a military sense, was in a hopeless strategic position by the time the Potsdam demand for unconditional surrender was made on July 26. Such then, was the situation when we wiped out Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Need we have done it? No one can, of course, be positive, but the answer is almost certainly negative.

Next day at the review the Tsar asked Prince Andrey where he desired to serve; and Bolkonsky ruined his chances for ever in the court world by asking to be sent to the front, instead of begging for a post in attendance on the Tsar's person.

Nobility is a lie. A pretence that high standing comes from anything more than money or martial prowess. Any dolt can play the noble, and as you'll discover in time, daughter, it's mostly dolts who do.

Nine-nine of every hundred among you probably desire peace, while the balance may hold war a condition to be preferred; but what can be the mental norm of statesmanship where such a minority conquer the peace-lovers?

No Big Power in all history ever thought of itself as an aggressor. That is still true today.

Noble though it may be, our way of life is nothing but servitude. It does not take long for servitude to turn to subjugation. – Shikandin Draupada

No body is a looser either he is a Winner or a Learner

…nobody can live longer in peace than his neighbor chooses.

No cause, however lofty or ambitious, can justify the taking of a single human life.

Never until the wounded came back from Bunker Hill had I realized the lengths of which a determined minority will go in order to achieve its ends. For the first time I understood one of the fundamentals of warfare: that armies cannot be raised by nations or parties unless the rage of the people is first kindled by lies and name-calling.

Never venture, never win!

Ni rahisi kushinda vita ya maisha na kuishi mbinguni duniani. Ni vigumu kushinda vita ya dhambi na kuishi mbinguni paradiso.

No aspect of life has gone untouched by the war in Azerbaijan’s west — not even football.