Nicolas Chamfort Quotes

and for a moment he held out his hands as if to steady himself or as if to bless the ground there or perhaps as if to slow the world that was rushing away and seemed to care nothing for the old or the young or rich or poor or dark or pale or he or she. Nothing for their struggles, nothing for their names. Nothing for the living or the dead.

Ye have cast out yer brothers for devils and now complain ye, lamenting, that ye've been left to fight alone.

We have to go along a road covered with blood. We have no other alternative. For us it is a matter of life or death, a matter of living or existing. We have to be ready to face the challenges that await us.

I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.

Mankind has grown strong in eternal struggles and it will only perish through eternal peace.

Living, it's awful for me.

It is lamentable, that to be a good patriot one must become the enemy of the rest of mankind.

I think portraying human beings trying to hold on to their humanity against pretty much certain odds that they'll die horribly in some way someday, and that they'll face horrible things along the way, I don't know - I think that's a beautiful thing. It's a wonderful thing.

Why do men fight who were born to be brothers?

The dominant feeling of the battlefield is loneliness.

At the narrow passage there is no brother and no friend

We are engaged in a struggle that is fought on many fronts and in many forms.

Sometimes I'm not into being a human.

Unless one lives and loves in the trenches, it is difficult to remember that the war against dehumanization is ceaseless.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

Only now do I understand the war against boredom, the lost cause of empty hours, of empty days and nights.

Life is a narrow vale between the cold and barren peaks of two eternities. We strive in vain to look beyond the heights. We cry aloud

I shall remain a wanderer until mankind has learned the way of peace.

I'm in a war, a cultural war.

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who - one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.

You have left me so long to struggle against death, alone, that I feel and see only death! I feel like death!

Two things are always the same the dance and war.

War is hell, but that's not the half of it, because war is also mystery and terror and adventure and courage and discovery and holiness and pity and despair and longing and love. War is nasty; war is fun. War is thrilling; war is drudgery. War makes you a man; war makes you dead.

And wonder, dread and war have lingered in that land where loss and love in turn have held the upper hand.

The written history of the world is largely a history of warfare, because the states within which we live came into existence largely through conquest, civil strife, or struggles for independence.