I know. I was there. I saw the great void in your soul, and you saw mine.
Sebastian FaulksTags: war reflection wwi
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.
William Arthur SirmonTags: inspirational history patriotism america france germany historical-romance wwi rhine military-history world-history
He saw the delicate blades of grass which the bodies of his comrades had fertilized; he saw the little shoots on the shell-shocked trees. He saw the smoke-puffs of shrapnel being blown about by light breezes. He saw birds making love in the wire that a short while before had been ringing with flying metal. He heard the pleasant sounds of larks up there, near the zenith of the trajectories. He smiled a little. There was something profoundly saddening about it. It all seemed so fragile and so absurd.
Humphrey CobbIrony is the attendant of hope and the fuel of hope is innocence.
Paul FussellTags: innocence hope irony wwi
Confession is good for the soul even after the soul has been claimed” (p. 381).
Mona RodriguezTags: historical-fiction fiction book immigration statue-of-liberty novel italy new-york prohibition wwi suffrage world-war-i women-s-rights 1920s 40-years-and-a-day 40-years-in-a-day best-historical-fiction cafe-society dianne-vigorito ellis-island forty-years-in-a-day hell-s-kitchen italian-american-book mona-marzano mona-rodriguez new-historical-fiction suffragist-movement top-fiction
Its magnificence was indescribable, and its magnitude was inconceivable. She felt overwhelmed in the presence of its greatness. Pg 87
Mona RodriguezTags: historical-fiction fiction book immigration statue-of-liberty novel italy new-york prohibition wwi suffrage world-war-i women-s-rights 1920s 40-years-and-a-day 40-years-in-a-day best-historical-fiction cafe-society dianne-vigorito ellis-island forty-years-in-a-day hell-s-kitchen italian-american-book mona-marzano mona-rodriguez new-historical-fiction suffragist-movement top-fiction
Why are you perpetuating a childhood you grew up despising?
Mona RodriguezTags: immigration statue-of-liberty italy prohibition wwi 1920s cafe-society ellis-island hell-s-kitchen suffragist-movement
For a time, the word Weltpolitik seemed to capture the mood of the German middle classes and the national-minded quality press. The word resonated because it bundled together so many contemporary aspirations. Weltpolitik meant the quest to expand foreign markets (at a time of declining export growth); it meant escaping from the constraints of the continental alliance system to operate on a broader world arena. It expressed the appetite for genuinely national projects that would help knit together the disparate regions of the German Empire and reflected the almost universal conviction that Germany, a late arrival at the imperial feast, would have to play catch-up if it wished to earn the respect of the other great powers. Yet, while it connoted all these things, Weltpolitik never acquired a stable or precise meaning. Even Bernhard von Bulow, widely credited with establishing Weltpolitik as the guiding principle of German foreign policy, never produced a definitive account of what it was. His contradictory utterances on the subject suggest that it was little more than the old policy of the "free hand" with a larger navy and more menacing mood music. "We are supposed to be pursuing Weltpolitik," the former chief of the General Staff General Alfred von Waldersee noted grumpily in his diary in January 1900. "If only I knew what that was supposed to be.
Christopher ClarkThe landscape had been so maimed by this new kind of warfare it was as if human architects of great genius had sat down to plan hell, since no two of them could agree on the design of heaven.
Christopher BuehlmanTags: war horror wwi the-great-war
We know only that in some strange and melancholy way we have become a waste land. All the same, we are not often sad.
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