George R. R. Martin Quotes

Bloody Ground

In peace sons bury fathers, but war violates the order of nature, and fathers bury sons.

And the blood of brave men was shed like unto the shedding of rain from a black cloud.

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

Soldiers are citizens of death's grey land, drawing no dividend from time's tomorrows.

I did not want my people killed. I did not want bloodshed.

As one who participated in all the wars of the state of Israel, I saw the horror of wars. I saw the fear of wars. I saw my best friends being killed in battles. I was seriously injured twice.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

In war, everything changes. You are very selective of what you do because everything you do can be the last thing you do in your life.

Let me tell you what is coming.... Your fathers and husbands, your sons and brothers, will be herded at the point of the bayonet... You may, after the sacrifice of countless millions of treasure and of thousands of lives, as a bare possibility, win Southern independence...but I doubt it.

When the old men fight, the young people die.

War is death's feast.

The lamp of war is kindled here, not to be extinguished but by torrents of blood.

In the middle of the nineteenth century, the United States embarked on a new relationship with death, entering into a civil war that proved bloodier than any other conflict in American history, a war that would presage the slaughter of World War I's Western Front and the global carnage of the twentieth century.

Wars have never hurt anybody except the people who die.

For the most part, everybody who fights in war fights to survive.

No one really wants to send their kids off to die for oil.

I couldn't stand the idea of bloodshed, casualties.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers.

War means fighting, and fighting means killing.

There is no glory in battle worth the blood it costs.

You either get tired fighting for peace, or you die.

War is about dead people.

They were so exhausted and seasick and all they could do was crawl up those beaches. And thousands of them lay dead in no time at all. It's unthinkable.

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?