Sherwood Anderson Quotes

The first time I experienced war, I thought the world was ending.

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

Having seen war, you obviously learned to hate war.

The essence of war is insanity. Destruction, death, women widowed, children orphaned, lands plundered, property destroyed, lives decimated - it's all bad.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

Wars break things; they break stories.

War is not its own end, except in some catastrophic slide into absolute damnation.

The War will leave none of us as it found us.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

War remains the decisive human failure.

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

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

I saw my hometown burning that day.

There's no such thing as a crowded battlefield. Battlefields are lonely places.

It makes twenty years or more of peace to make a man. It takes only twenty seconds of war to destroy him.

I have come to believe there is nothing in the lives of human beings more terrifying than war and nothing more important than for those of us who have experienced it to share its awful truth

in the clash of contending armies and amid the groans of the wounded and the dying, the interests of education are sacrificed – the pacific virtues take their flight from the earth

There are worse things than war.

There's nothing good that comes out of war. It's simply hell on earth, and people survive, and people don't.

Civil wars leave nothing but tombs.

A whole week, a single campaign, a month, a week, even a day was far more than enough to cut a company or platoon to ribbons or cripple a man for life: it needed only a quarter of an hour.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is war.

Cursing themselves in ragged dreamsfire has singed the edges of,they know a slow dying the fields have come to terms with.Shimmering fans work against the heat& smell of gunpowder, making moneyfloat from hand to hand. The next momenta rocket pushes a white fistthrough night sky, & they scatter like birds& fall into the shape their liveshave become.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

War is the most readily available form of chaos.