#war

58% of the American public are with us. We're preaching to the choir, but the choir's not singing, if all of the 58% started singing, this war would end. ↗

— Cindy Sheehan

#american public #choir #end #preaching #public

We can't let somebody rise to the top who will pardon these war criminals. Because they need to go to prison for what they've done in this world. We can't have a pardon. They need to pay for what they've done. ↗

— Cindy Sheehan

#criminals #done #go #need #pardon

From my big beautiful warlock brain, welcome to 'Sheen's Korner' ... You're either in my corner, or you're with the trolls. ↗

— Charlie Sheen

#big #brain #corner #either #sheen

I love you. And I'm going to keep loving you even after you don't know I exist. ↗

— J.R. Ward

#jane #lover-unbound #vishous #love

We think of violence as being conflict and fighting and wars and so forth, but the most ongoing horrific measure of violence is in the horrible poverty of the Third World... and the poverty in the United States as well. ↗

— Martin Sheen

#conflict #fighting #forth #horrible #horrific

In regard of the rich grace and wisdom of his love toward his people; for who sees not, but that it is a curse to be unready as these foolish virgins, who were therefore shut out. ↗

— Thomas Shepard

#foolish #grace #his #love #out

There is many a boy here today who looks on war as all glory, but, boys, it is all hell. ↗

— William Tecumseh Sherman

#glory #hell #here #looks #many

When I was a child, it was my dream to be a professional footballer. When I was 14 I visited Milan's San Siro stadium and remember thinking how unbelievable it was. From then onwards I vowed that one day I would be playing there - and I am very proud that I achieved this and also for everything else I have managed to achieve in football. ↗

— Andriy Shevchenko

#achieved #also #am #child #day

When I look towards my future, I want to leave a legacy that runs rich. ↗

— Kyle Shewfelt

#i #leave #legacy #look #rich

Robert rode beneath the banner of Carrick, the dragon shield on his left arm. He wore it proudly now in common cause; this symbol of Arthur, the warrior king. As he caught sight of Humphrey, the knight raised his fist in a defiant gesture that Robert returned. Today, God willing, they would finish this campaign. He wanted to return home blooded, to be able to tell his grandfather that he too had won his spurs in the king’s war. Nerves and anticipation battled within him, his breaths coming hard and fast in the tight encasement of his helm. ↗

— Robyn Young

#war #home