Love is the only way. There has been enough pain, enough war, enough killing. Enough. No more.
Only the brave men and women can bring peace to the world, not by practicing war but by practicing nonviolence.
War makes animals of men, and we can't let that happen to us. If we do, we won't have any chance of survival.
Spader and I were nearly killed. Three times. We were also robbed and witnessed a gruesome murder. Happy birthday to me!
I wonder if being sane means disregarding the chaos that is life, pretending only an infinitesimal segment of it is reality.
It's different now, like pushing the stop lever on my camera until nothing except the war can squeeze through the lens.
Of course there is no veneer, the process is one of growth, and primitiveness and civilization are degrees of the same thing. If civilization has an opposite, it is war.
Clear now that she was as dependent as any addict on the drug of the war. He had underestimated the damage in her.
Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?
Either a species learns to control its own population, or something like disease, famine, war, will take care of the issue.
My thoughts war. Part of me needs to protect her; part of me wants something else. Something vile. Wrong.
Then he remembered Ralph's words--"no point in fighting your war over and over until you get it right.
Smoke veils the air like souls in drifting suspension, declining the war's insistence everyone move on.
[Y]ou [man] are fool enough, it seems, to dare to war with [woman=] me, when for your faithful ally you might win me easily.
War between free-will and predestination makes the idea of time travel is still too difficult to digest.
Human has no experience at all about living in a peaceful world without war.
When an invincible weapon deals with an impenetrable defense, war is useless. The wisest decision is to ceasefire and do synergy.
Peace without shield and weapon is a no man's land. Shield and weapon without war won't be thoroughly tested.
The nicest veterans in Schenectady, I thought, the kindest and funniest ones, the ones who hated war the most, were the ones who'd really fought.
My heart was full of softening showers, I used to swing like this for hours, I did not care for war or death, I was glad to draw my breath.
No war is ever glorious. Heroes are usually dead. Besides, they rarely turn into heroes because they are super-humans, but because of circumstances.
