Ray Bradbury Quotes

A hospital alone shows what war is.

There is nothing glamorous or romantic about war. It's mostly about random pointless death and misery.

The storm lashes us, out of the confusion of grey and yellow the hail of splinters whips forth the childlike cries of the wounded, and in the night shattered life groans painfully into silence. Our hands are earth, our bodies clay and our eyes pools of rain. We do not know whether we are still alive.

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

War is hell. You can't photograph a flying bullet, but you can capture genuine fear.

I am tired and sick of war. Its glory is all moonshine. It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, for vengeance, for desolation. War is hell.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

At the bottom, all wars are the same because they involve death and maiming and wounding, and grieving mothers, fathers, sons and daughters.

I have seen enough of one war never to wish to see another.

Yes, war is hell. It is awful. It involves human beings killing other human beings, sometimes innocent civilians. That is why we despise war.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

Sin is, somehow, at the root of all human misery. Sin is what keeps us from God and from life. It is in the face of every battered woman, the cry of every neglected child, the despair of every addict, the death of every victim of every war.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can, only as one who has seen its brutality, its futility, its stupidity.

To contemplate war is to think about the most horrible of human experiences.

War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.

Having seen war, you obviously learned to hate war.

War taught me that not everything is glamorous.

War is devastating, and it leaves its scars for generations.

Even today we raise our hand against our brother... We have perfected our weapons, our conscience has fallen asleep, and we have sharpened our ideas to justify ourselves as if it were normal we continue to sow destruction, pain, death. Violence and war lead only to death.

Do not say that someone has won and someone has lost. These are unappropriate, blasphemous words. We have all been scorched by the deadly breath of fratricide.

I have been through one war. I have seen the dead piled up and I do not want to see another.

And this I hate—not men, nor flag nor race, But only War with its wild, grinning face.

War violates the order of nature and causes parents to bury their children.

Wars are detested by mothers.

There are worse things than war.