Amy Goodman Quotes

There is nothing worse than war in the summetime.

I don't really understand the point about carping about every casualty, every bombing, every death. War is hell. That's why people say war is hell.

People who are anxious to bring on war don't know what they are bargaining for; they don't see all the horrors that must accompany such an event.

My subject is war, and the pity of war.

Sure Vietnam is a dirty war. I've never heard of a clean one.

The wars come and go in blood and tears; but whether they are bad wars, or what are comically called good wars, they are of one effect in death and sorrow.

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

Unfortunately, in war, there are casualties, including among the civilian population.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

The ground was strewn with the dead, the dying, and the wounded—here lay one man with his leg shot off, there another with a wound in his head, another with an arm shot off, and hundreds wounded in nearly all the various parts of the body.

When I heard your organization was recording testimonies, I knew I had to come. She died in my arms, saying 'I don't want to die.' That is what death is like. It doesn't matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn't matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we would never have war anymore.

Blue is the smoke of wrar, white the bones of men.

In a civil war… every side is wrong. It’s hopeless to try to untangle it. Everyone is a victim.

The world was all mud and wire. The war in the heavens was only a faint imitation of the horror men had learned to make.

Wars shatter so many lives. I think especially of children robbed of their childhood.

This is war: Boys flung into a breach Like shoveled earth; And old men, Broken, Driving rapidly before crowds of people In a glitter of silly decorations. Behind the boys And the old men, Life weeps, And shreds her garments To the blowing winds.

I was told 20% of the kids in Kosovo didn't know where their parents were. This is a dreadful problem. A woman that I was with, a doctor, had seen her house destroyed and her uncle, who was a professor, taken out and shot. She's there, anxious now, trying to build relations with the Serbs, and said that she was trying to do this, but she was underlying how difficult it is with these images in your mind. And I think that is what has caused this terrible bloodshed that occurred just days ago in relation to the Serbs that were shot. I think that there is a need for a period of healing.

We don't call war hell because it is fought without restraint. It is more nearly right to say that, when certain restraints are passed, the hellishness of war drives us to break with every remaining restraint in order to win. Here is the ultimate tyranny: those who resist aggression are forced to imitate, and perhaps even to exceed, the brutality of the aggressor.

You people speak so lightly of war; you don't know what you're talking about. War is a terrible thing!

Only people who haven't lived through a war advocate it so eagerly.

As for everyone else, unless you have been shot at by the Taliban, shut your mouth, war is hell.

I would that my photographs might be, not the coverage of a news event, but an indictment of war - the brutal corrupting viciousness of its doing to the minds and bodies of men; and, that my photographs might be a powerful emotional catalyst to the reasoning which would help this vile and criminal stupidity from beginning again.

War. What was it about the prospect of some bloody enterprises that reduced men to the level of animals?

You cannot qualify war in harsher terms than I will. War is cruelty, and you cannot refine it; and those who brought war into our country deserve all the curses and maledictions a people can pour out. I know I had no hand in making this war, and I know I will make more sacrifices to-day than any of you to secure peace.

It is only those who have neither fired a shot nor heard the shrieks and groans of the wounded who cry aloud for blood, more vengeance, more desolation. War is hell.