1. To be heroic is to be courageous enough to die for something; to be inspirational is to be crazy enough to live a little.
2. I know what I’m capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.
3. Even in times of trauma, we try to maintain a sense of normality until we no longer can. That, my friends, is called surviving. Not healing. We never become whole again … we are survivors. If you are here today… you are a survivor. But those of us who have made it thru hell and are still standing? We bare a different name: warriors.
4. …It is a proud privilege to be a soldier – a good soldier … [with] discipline, self-respect, pride in his unit and his country, a high sense of duty and obligation to comrades and to his superiors, and a self confidence born of demonstrated ability.
5. Military men are just dumb, stupid animals to be used as pawns in foreign policy.
6. I’ll tell you what I’m fighting for. Not for England, nor her allies, nor any patriotic cause. It’s all come down to the hope of being with you..
7. Every lover is a soldier.
8. You may be sensitive inside, but what I see on the outside is a soldier.
9. No soldier outlives a thousand chances. But every soldier believes in Chance and trusts his luck.
10. If the thing they were fighting for was important enough to die for then it was also important enough for them to be thinking about it in the last minutes of their lives. That stood to reason. Life is awfully important so if you’ve given it away you’d ought to think with all your mind in the last moments of your life about the thing you traded it for. So did all those kids die thinking of democracy and freedom and liberty and honor and the safety of the home and the stars and stripes forever?
You’re goddamn right they didn’t.
They died crying in their minds like little babies. They forgot the thing they were fighting for the things they were dying for. They thought about things a man can understand. They died yearning for the face of a friend. They died whimpering for the voice of a mother a father a wife a child They died with their hearts sick for one more look at the place where they were born please god just one more look. They died moaning and sighing for life. They knew what was important They knew that life was everything and they died with screams and sobs. They died with only one thought in their minds and that was I want to live I want to live I want to live.
He ought to know. He was the nearest thing to a dead man on earth.
11. Only happy people have nightmares, from overeating. For those who live a nightmare reality, sleep is a black hole, lost in time, like death.
12. You can’t stop a soldier from being frightened but you can give him motivation to help him overcome that fear. I have no such motivation. I can’t have. I’m a witcher: an artificially created mutant. I kill monsters for money. I defend children when their parents pay me to. If Nilfgaardian parents pay me, I’ll defend Nilfgaardian children. And even if the world lies in ruin – which does not seem likely to me – I’ll carry on killing monsters in the ruins of this world until some monster kills me. That is my fate, my reason, my life and my attitude to the world. And it is not what I chose. It was chosen for me.
13. War is life multiplied by some number that no one has ever heard of.
14. poor boy! I never knew you, Yet I think I could not refuse this moment to die for you, if that would save you.
15. A lack of common sense usually ends in some heroic feat, much like the soldier who dives onto the grenade so that others may live.
16. War always reaches the depths of horror because of idiots who perpetuate terror from generation to generation under the pretext of vengeance.
17. Then there was the war, and I married it because there was nothing else when I reached the age of falling in love.
18. Maybe the ultimate wound is the one that makes you miss the war you got it in.
19. What I learned in this tragedy was the eternal lesson of good people going bad.
20. There’ll be guys who were in wars hearing what we did and thinking, ‘Whoa.’ You and me, we can say, ‘You got yourself some medals solider? Yeah, well, I lived through the FAYZ.
21. There were many, many times thereafter that Don regretted having enlisted – but so has every man who ever volunteered for military service.
22. No soldier outlives a thousand chances.
23. a soldier lives always for the next battle, because he knows that before it arrives impossible changes can occur in his favor.
24. Growing up, I always had a soldier mentality. As a kid I wanted to be a soldier, a fighter pilot, a covert agent, professions that require a great deal of bravery and risk and putting oneself in grave danger in order to complete the mission. Even though I did not become all those things, and unless my predisposition, in its youngest years, already had me leaning towards them, the interest that was there still shaped my philosophies. To this day I honor risk and sacrifice for the good of others – my views on life and love are heavily influenced by this.
25. Every citizen should be a soldier. This was the case with the Greeks and Romans, and must be that of every free state.
26. No time to spare: the expression assumed its full significance, as so many expressions do in wartime.
27. The soldier—that is, the great soldier—of to-day is not a romantic animal, dashing at forlorn hopes, animated by frantic sentiment, full of fancies as to a love-lady or a sovereign; but a quiet, grave man, busied in charts, exact in sums, master of the art of tactics, occupied in trivial detail; thinking, as the Duke of Wellington was said to do, most of the shoes of his soldiers; despising all manner of èclat and eloquence; perhaps, like Count Moltke, ‘silent in seven languages’.
28. Dear Life,
I have been living alone for the last four years. I am familiar with my loneliness. And sometimes I feel like a soldier who can survive without love or poetry too! I am used to leading this hard life!
29. Everyone’s a knucklehead at one point or another.
30. War can condition a person to be resilient, tolerant, dependable, strong, and capable of so much more than one who had experienced nothing of it; it can bring out the very best in us, but also the very worst. Where is it, I ask, the proper conduit through which a soldier should be raised from whence they would become an upstanding citizen of the world, instead of a single country?
31. You can’t get the blood out.
32. What happened next? I retain nothing from those terrible minutes except indistinct memories which flash into my mind with sudden brutality, like apparitions, among bursts and scenes and visions that are scarcely imaginable. It is difficult even to even to try to remember moments during which nothing is considered, foreseen, or understood, when there is nothing under a steel helmet but an astonishingly empty head and a pair of eyes which translate nothing more than would the eyes of an animal facing mortal danger. There is nothing but the rhythm of explosions, more or less distant, more or less violent, and the cries of madmen, to be classified later, according to the outcome of the battle, as the cries of heroes or of murderers. And there are the cries of the wounded, of the agonizingly dying, shrieking as they stare at a part of their body reduced to pulp, the cries of men touched by the shock of battle before everybody else, who run in any and every direction, howling like banshees. There are the tragic, unbelievable visions, which carry from one moment of nausea to another: guts splattered across the rubble and sprayed from one dying man to another; tightly riveted machines ripped like the belly of a cow which has just been sliced open, flaming and groaning; trees broken into tiny fragments; gaping windows pouring out torrents of billowing dust, dispersing into oblivion all that remains of a comfortable parlor…
33. Dr. Talbon was struck by another very important thing. It all hung together. The stories Cheryl told — even though it was upsetting to think people could do stuff like that — they were not disjointed They were not repetitive in terms of “I’ve heard this before”. It was not just she’d someone trying consciously or unconsciously to get attention. really processed them out and was done with them. She didn’t come up with them again [after telling the story once and dealing with it]. Once it was done, it was done. And I think that was probably the biggest factor for me in her believability. I got no sense that she was using these stories to make herself a really interesting person to me so I’d really want to work with her, or something. Or that she was just living in this stuff like it was her life. Once she dealt with it and processed it, it was gone. We just went on to other things. ‘Throughout the whole thing, emotionally Cheryl was getting her life together. Parts of her were integrating where she could say,”I have a sense that some particular alter has folded in with some basic alter”, and she didn’t bring it up again. She didn’t say that this alter has reappeared to cause more problems. That just didn’t happen. The therapist had learned from training and experience that when real integration occurs, it is permanent and the patient moves on.
34. The problems I had existed before I did, and I discovered them.
35. Although I’m an atheist, I try not to crap all over people’s belief in God. It may be nothing more than a placebo, a fairy tale that gives the hopeless hope, but sometimes a little hope is all people need to get through the day. Imagine a unit of soldiers under heavy enemy fire. They are told by their superiors to hold their position, even in the face of overwhelming fire power. The soldiers are being told that reinforcements are on the way, and that thought alone gives them the hope and courage to continue fighting, even if ultimately the reinforcements never arrive. I think some people simply need to believe that God is sending them reinforcements, to get through another day..
36. Mine was still the stronger side. I was beloved by the soldiery, who generally care very little what god they serve so long as they are caressed by their king. (“The Story of Prince Alasi and the Princess Firouzkah”)
37. As I remember his laugh, there was nothing mad about it, it was more like the laugh of someone who has been the victim of a practical joke, a farce in which he had believed until suddenly he realized his folly.
38. I had often thought that if I managed to live through the war I wouldn’t expect too much of life. How could one resent disappointment in love if life itself was continuously in doubt? Since Belgorod, terror had overturned all my preconceptions, and the pace of life had been so intense one no longer knew what elements of ordinary life to abandon in order to maintain some semblance of balance. I was still unresigned to the idea of death, but I had already sworn to myself during moments of intense fear that I would exchange anything – fortune, love, even a limb – if I could simply survive.
39. The ranks opened covertly to avoid the corpse. The invulnerable dead man forced a way for himself. The youth looked keenly at the ashen face. The wind raised the tawny beard. It moved as if a hand were stroking it. He vaguely desired to walk around and around the body and stare; the impulse of the living to try to read in dead eyes the answer to the Question.
40. This time we’ll be fighting for the nation. The company commander says that it’s better to be the ghost of a fallen soldier than a nationless slave. For the sake of our fellow countrymen, our families and our children, we have to resist to the very end… (“Vague Expectations”)
41. Liar,’ he said in disgust. ‘You’re still playing doctors and nurses with the guy you screwed Charlie over with.’ Her mouth fell open. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t tell my brother. He’s got enough to deal with.’
‘I would never have an affair.’
‘See here’s where you and I part ways on our definition of fidelity,’ he said. ‘I think tonsil hockey with another man is off the agenda for a married woman. Call me old-fashioned.’
Her fury was unexpected. ‘Who started that rumor…who!’
‘What are you talking about? You admitted it.
42. Your name?” George asked him directly. He had probably seen the man a dozen times before yet did not know anything about him. King Davit would have no doubt have known half the man’s history already.
George took Henry’s hand firmly in his own and looked into his eyes. This had to be done delicately, to make sure this Henry did not think him a fool. He tried to think of how his father would do it.
“Thank you, Henry, for your concern. It is a comfort to know I am so well guarded. I will make sure to praise you when next I speak to the lord general. But for now I think there is no need to worry.
43. Drab?” Soldier yelled. “I’ll give you drab. Beat her, would you? Beat my wife? I’ll feed your head to the vultures, you snotty little hamster with your golden pelt and buttery looks!
44. To apply norm, soldiers needed.
45. When those who must do the fighting have the right to decide between war and peace, history will no longer be written in blood.
46. Because of politics, most grown up people are becoming like kids instead of adults.
47. …a good soldier should ride into Paradise bearing the soul of the woman he loved.
48. She is a soldier trapped inside a barbed-wire fence, but she is still at war and the battlefield is her own body, and perhaps, she has come to realize as a prisoner, that is where it has always been.
49. ART AND WAR ARE FATED TO MAKE LOVE.
50. Be the last soldier in a never-ending battle, life is nothing more…
51. A soldier is someone willing to lay down their life for their beliefs. There is no greater calling.
52. A woman of faith does not fold her arms. She is like a soldier in the army, always ready to face the enemy.
53. I can live my life as
a soldier lives his
all alone and far from
family and friends
I can live my life as
a soldier lives his
living in the mountains
amidst the birds and
54. The soldier fell as if he were asleep.
In deadly silence, you see blood. Dark red as spilled wine, it spreads on the rocks. It spreads on a yellow flower. It spreads.
55. At the end of the day, soldiers can fight wars and raze cities, but they can never usher in freedom.
56. Ich bin nicht mehr ein zitterndes Stück Dasein allein im Dunkel – ich gehöre zu ihnen und sie zu mir, wir haben alle die gleiche Angst und das gleiche Leben, wir sind verbunden auf eine einfache und schwere Art. Ich möchte mein Gesicht in sie hineindrücken, in die Stimmen, diese paar Worte, die mich gerettet haben und die mir beistehen werden.
57. Every good soldier of Christ has endured suffering in the land of affliction.
58. Tain Shir walks the deck of RNS Sulane between the bombs and incendiaries and steel-tipped barbs. A weapon among weapons but she alone is free. The tragedy of the knife is the hilt. The tragedy of the crossbow is the trigger. Shir has neither. She cannot be gripped nor fired.
She is unmastered.
The sailors are rude with her. So be it. Etiquitte is the domain of those whose power is conditional upon the respect of others, and Shir is unconditional. If she drifted alone in the void beyond the moon or if she walked among the monarchs of the ancient Cheetah Palaces she would not be altered in her capabilities or her intentions, for not one truth of her resides within a relationship to any other thing.
59. Not all days in the field were unhappy ones. You had to have fun sometimes or you would go crazy.
60. She decided at that very moment that he had completely stolen her heart.