So you love war. I used to think you were a decent man. But I see now I was mistaken. You're a hero.
Joe AbercrombieHe looked around at that one room, and the few things in it. He'd always thought retiring would be going back to his life after some nightmare pause. Some stretch of exile in the land of the dead. Now it came to him that all his life worth living had happened while he was holding a sword.
Standing alongside his dozen. Laughing with Whirrun, and Brack, and Wonderful. Clasping hands with his crew before the fight, knowing he'd die for them and they for him. The trust, the brotherhood, the love, the knit closer than family. Standing by Threetrees on the walls of Uffrith, roaring their defiance at Bethod's great army. The day he charged at the Cunmur. And at Dunbrec. And in the High Places, even though they lost. The day he earned his name. Even the day he got his brothers killed. Even when he'd stood at the top of the Heroes as the rain came down, watching the Union come, knowing every dragged out moment might be the last.
Like Whirrun said - you can't live more than that. Certainly not by fixing a chair.
Mots clés life war comradery craw thrill
I'm a fucking coward."
"Maybe." Craw jerked his thumb over his shoulder at Whirrun's corpse. "There's a hero. Tell me who's better off.
Mots clés war heroism cowardice
You shall not hear their mirth:
You shall not come to think them well content
By any jest of mine. These men are worth
Your tears:You are not worth their merriment.
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One dictum I had learned on the battlefields of France in a far distant war: You cannot save the world, but you might save the man in front of you, if you work fast enough.
Diana GabaldonMots clés war medicine outlander claire-fraser
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I leave the kitchen table to bathe, and to dress for church. If only my closet held on its shelves an array of faces I could wear rather than dresses, I would know which face to put on today. As for the dresses, I haven't a clue.
Tim CummingsMots clés love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
It’s easier for me to make sense of it that way than it is for me to face the other way—reality. And yet, those evil spirits that were unleashed—be they fake entities from a stupid carnival ride, or cruel malevolencies from dark spiritual chasms of our universe—have stayed with me all these years
Tim CummingsMots clés love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
Listen, we’ll come visit you. Okay? I’ll dress up as William Shakespeare, Lucent as Emily Dickinson, and beautiful ‘Ray’ as someone dashing and manly like Jules Verne or Ernest Hemingway...and we’ll write on your white-room walls. We’ll write you out of your supposed insanity. I love you, Micky Affias.
-James (from "Descendants of the Eminent")
Mots clés love poetry war afterlife addiction class-struggle suicide brothers hollywood plays ghosts teenagers astrology dolls jocks mothers-and-daughters screenplays epilepsy children-of-celebrities gay-and-lesbian goth-lifestyle progeria
Nine out of ten significant people have to do with money or war!
Jonathan Safran FoerMots clés money truth people war
Surely the Board knows what democracy is. It is the line that forms on the right. It is the don’t in Don’t Shove. It is the hole in the stuffed shirt through which the sawdust slowly trickles; it is the dent in the high hat. Democracy is the recurrent suspicion that more than half the people are right more than half the time. It is the feeling of privacy in the voting booths, the feeling of communion in the libraries, the feeling of vitality everywhere. Democracy is the score at the beginning of the ninth. It is an idea which hasn’t been disproved yet, a song the words of which have not gone bad. It’s the mustard on the hot dog and the cream in the rationed coffee. Democracy is a request from a War Board, in the middle of a morning in the middle of a war, wanting to know what democracy is.
E.B. WhiteMots clés war democracy america world-war-ii essays new-yorker war-board
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