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Music in war is a candle in the darkness; it is a kindness in the Land of Rudeness; it is a civilisation in the middle of barbarity; it is a wisdom amongst the foolishness!

Must be some missing, though, to my way of thinking. The ones you win a war with. Have some supper?

My advice for those of you who felt being marginalised, undervalued and taken for granted; guess what? That is the Arena where God creates Leaders.

My body is a political battlefield. It is a place of war, of death and suffering, of triumph and victory, of damage and repair, of blood and tears and sweat. It is a place where memories go to find purpose for their existence. It is a place where humans cast all inhibitions aside to discover what exists at their very core. It is a place of growth wearing a mask of destruction. It is a challenge, not for the faint of heart, beckoning us to face it with eyes wide open. The only war is within. When you are ready to fight it, the field awaits.

My definition of an intellectual is someone who can listen to the William Tell Overture without thinking of the Lone Ranger" - Billy Connolly

My dear Tristan, to be an artist at all is like living in Switzerland during a world war. To be an artist in Zurich, in 1917, implies a degree of self-absorption that would have glazed over the eyes of Narcissus.

My father's haunting memories of war had been transformed into my own haunting memories. Such is the power of war and memory.

My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I'm ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.

my face for peace - no more war in my name

My family says they are proud of me. Of course, I would rather hear this than the contrary, but I cannot say that I am proud of myself, so I find that I cannot 'talk about it'.

..my feelings for the countryside…the beauty and the wildness, the enchantment of so much colour and life and warmth of the sun. Most people are restless in the country, they feel a vacancy, and want to get back to the shops and pavements and traffic; what they call life. Sometimes this war seems to have come directly out of that restlessness.

My God had not spoken to me again. But neither had He forsaken me. I knew that. For damned sure, I knew that.

My God, what have they done to you? This isn't a man, it's a broken kite.

My heart is full and my weapon is clean.

My heart was my brother. And I no longer believe in a world that says he was too weak to deserve life.

My life wasn’t just about one city, or one Epic, anymore. It was about a war. It was about finding a way to stop the Epics. Permanently.

My loves have always been seared with this singing, this singing written by death, the way some lands have always been crippled by war.

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.

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.

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 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)

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.

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.

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 on me let such wrath lay hold, as the wrath you cherish, you whose valor causes harm!

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 mind of what your enemy thinks of you, relax and think a head of him.