Marianne Williamson Quotes

Sympathy with joy intensifies the sum of sympathy in the world, sympathy with pain does not really diminish the amount of pain.

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.

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

In a war situation or where violence and injustice are prevalent, poetry is called upon to be something more than a thing of beauty.

A hospital alone shows what war is.

Happiness is a byproduct of function, purpose, and conflict; those who seek happiness for itself seek victory without war.

Real joy seems to me almost as unlike security or prosperity as it is unlike agony.

Happiness is the absence of suffering. I think it's an interesting way of looking at it. I think the absence of suffering exists very rarely in the world we live in.

War is like love; it always finds a way.

While we are focusing on fear, worry, or hate, it is not possible for us to be experiencing happiness, enthusiasm or love.

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

People were already beginning to forget, what horrible suffering the war had brought them. I did not want to cause fear and panic, but to let people know how dreadful war is and so to stimulate people's powers of resistance.

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

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.

Happiness serves hardly any other purpose than to make unhappiness possible.

History could pass for a scarlet text, its jot and title graven red in human blood.

Do not say that someone has won and someone has lost. These are unappropriate, blasphemous words. We have all been scorched by the deadly breath of fratricide.

On the bastion and entrenchments white flags have been placed, the lowering valley is full of dead bodies, and the beautiful sun descends from the transparent sky to the undulating blue sea, which sparkles under the golden rays of the sun. Thousands of people crowd together, look at, speak to, and smile at each other. And these people, who are Christians, confessing one great law of love and self-sacrifice, looking at what they have done, do not suddenly fall with repentance on their knees before Him who has given them life, who has placed in the soul of each, together with the fear of death, the love of the good and beautiful. They do not embrace like brothers with tears of joy and happiness. No! The white flags are lowered, and again whistle the instruments of death and suffering, again flows innocent blood, and groans and curses are heard

There are worse things than war.

I like happiness, and when people try to destroy that, it winds me up.

I've seen my own blood and broken a few bones. I've been hit, which isn't an entirely bad thing, as at least you have a glimpse of the suffering endured by the people you are photographing. And in a sense, crumbling empires and war have been with me all my life.

The sad fact is that horrendous human conflict is nothing new.

It's very unfortunate that war has always been and probably always will be a part of human beings on this planet. It's a terrible thing.

That's the worst of a war--you have to go on hearing about it so long.