Markus Zusak Quotes

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

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

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

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers. All you have to do is hold your first dying soldier in your arms, and have that terribly futile feeling that his life is flowing out and you can’t do anything about it. Then you understand the horror of war.

Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind. Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them, Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom -A field where a thousand corpses lie. Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.

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.

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.

There whil'st the world prov'd prodigal of breath, the headless trunks lay prostrated in heaps; this field of funerals sacred unto death, did paint out horror in most hideous shapes: whil'st men unhors'd, horses unmast'red, stray'd, some call'd on those whom they most dearly lov'd, some rag'd, some groan'd, some sigh'd, roar'd, promis'd, pray'd, as blows, falls, faintness, pain, hope, anguish mov'd.

To me, Columbine is just as awful as Vietnam, and it's just as awful as anything else.

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

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

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

There's something about being amid the chaos and the horror of a war that makes you appreciate all you don't have - and all you may lose forever.

Wars break things; they break stories.

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

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

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

War is horrible because it strangles youth.

Every war has its demons.

My mind revolts and my soul cannot support the weight of so much evil: theft, rape, pillage, deaths, and murders, fires and devastation; the virgin violated, the cry of the widow and the orphan; the father armed against his son and each one looking for his brother to kill him; of those who have migrated; of the thousands who have fled; of the bodies stretched out in the public streets; of the bones which cover the fields and of so much blood shed on Venezuela’s soil.

In the next war the survivors will envy the dead.

There is many a boy here to-day who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell

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

War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning

War is terrible. There is nothing romantic about war.