Levi Eshkol Quotes

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

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

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

There's nothing glamorous about war at all.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

Every war is a national misfortune.

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

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

War is the ultimate reality-based horror show.

War isn't just about bravery and courage and jingoism and patriotism. It's also fundamentally about grief. And the people that go and do the fighting and the dying are never the people who actually benefit from the fighting and the dying.

War is like love; it always finds a way.

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

War is never fatal but always lost. Always lost.

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

War is never cheap or easy.

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

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 very sad and small life is pathetically fragile at times.

Bones inside clothes. That was war to me.

War tore my family apart.

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.

There's nothing glorious about war. There's nothing glorious about holding your friends in your arms and watching them die. There's nothing glorious about having to leave your home for 6 to 8 months while your family's back here and you're away.

In peace, sons bury their fathers. In war, fathers bury their sons.