Olivia Wilde Quotes

When I was 12 and met my real father for the first time, I was terrified I would lose the one I already had.

We're living through a time where we are fighting wars fostered by politics, admittedly not on the same scale as the First World War, but with equally tragic realities for our soldiers and their families.

Each time a new disaster puts miners in the news, the press tries to make them into heroes, but they don't quite fit the bill. They don't march off to war or rush into burning buildings or rid our streets of crime.

You know, veterans come home and they may not be bipolar, but after they've been through a war with PTSD or a head injury, their families have a handful when they come home.

When I was six, the Korean War broke out, and all the classrooms were destroyed by war. We studied under the trees or in whatever buildings were left.

I was terrified of the Vietnam War when I was 13. I thought I was going. The draft was such an ominous thing, I felt as if it was going to trickle down to me.

We were very poor and my family lost everything during the war - our home and our identity. But I'm a believer in luck and think the social conditions you're born into provide the opportunity for you to prove your luck. And I suppose I've been lucky.

I was born during the war, on October 20, 1942, as the second of five children. My father, Rolf Volhard, was an architect.

My father took me back home, back to Greenwich Village, and he thought by taking me out of the orphanage he'd be out of the World War too. But no way - they got him anyway. He went in the Navy and then I lived on the streets.

I was in World War II; I cried when they took me in the Navy. That's the last time I cried.

You come back from war, and you have a certain authority to talk about war.

I never got away from the war. Not because I was obsessed with it in those years, but because it was the event of my generation and I started out covering it so I stayed with it.

I don't have mom issues or dad issues. I think I have found peace about many things in my past. I have forgiven and asked to be forgiven.

I don't think so, but it's always in the back of my mind that many of the soldiers being wounded and killed in Iraq are about the same age as my kids. My godson is going over soon, so the war's about to get personal for me.

As a soldier, I survived World War I when most of my comrades did not.

I had hope, however; I had been wounded seven times during the war, and once before in this same lung; and I did not believe I was going to die.

My daddy was a World War I pilot, and I just wanted to be able to fly like he did.

A really strong woman accepts the war she went through and is ennobled by her scars.

I hate war as only a soldier who has lived it can.

“Never again” has become our battle cry.

You rarely hear women crying in Grozney. They have cried their eyes out long ago.

I feel that I am nine years old, seven and a half years in the Afghan Jihad, one and a half years in Jihad in Palestine and the rest of the years have no value.

Vietnam was my nightmare for a good ten years.

By the time I had reached the age of 16, in the 10th grade, my parents, after 22 years of marriage, one day decided to get a divorce.

Those of us who were 12 or 13 when the war started were absolutely thrown into the mainstream. We had to grow up instantly and take care of ourselves.