Anthony Marra Quotes

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

Wars are detested by mothers.

War tore my family apart.

The disasters of war can be infinitely eerie and poignant.

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

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

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.

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

A hospital alone shows what war is.

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.

War is the domain of physical exertion and suffering.

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 devastating, and it leaves its scars for generations.

I saw my hometown burning that day.

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.

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

Every war is a national misfortune.

There are worse things than war.

War is a Force that Gives Us Meaning

War is very sad and small life is pathetically fragile at times.

This is what war does. Right here, in my hands. This is 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.