Boris Trajkovski Quotes

War is not an adventure. It is a disease. It is like typhus.

War is the greatest plague that can afflict humanity, it destroys religion, it destroys states, it destroys families. Any scourge is preferable to it.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

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.

War is one of the scourges with which it has pleased God to afflict men.

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

War is delightful to those who have had no experience of it.

Misery, mutilation, destruction, terror, starvation and death characterize the process of war and form a principal part of the product.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

If you're going to write about war, the ugly side is inevitable. Suffering and death are obviously part of war.

War is sweet to those who have not experienced it.

In war, whichever side may call itself the victor, there are no winners, but all are losers.

Having seen war, you obviously learned to hate war.

War remains the decisive human failure.

When you have warfare, things happen; people suffer; the noncombatants suffer as well as the combatants. And so it happens in civil war.

Baneful indeed is the scourge of war.

The misery in war-torn Afghanistan is reminiscent of images from the Thirty Years' War.

By the breaking in of enraged merciless armies, flourishing countries have been laid waste, great numbers of people have perished in a short time, and many more have been pressed with poverty and grief.

War is never cheap or easy.

You have wasted six hundred millions of treasure. You have sacrificed nearly ten thousand American lives—the flower of our youth. You have devastated provinces. You have slain uncounted thousands of the people you desire to benefit.

I have been through one war. I have seen the dead piled up and I do not want to see another.

Tomorrow the war will start, There will be widows. There will be orphans. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

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

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