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#war

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When they killed him, Mother wouldn't hold her peace, so they slit her throat. I was stupid then, being only nine, and I fought to save them both. But the thorns held me tight. I've learned to appreciate thorns since. The thorns taught me the game. They let me understand what all those grim and serious men who've fought the Hundred War have yet to learn. You can only win the game when you understand that it IS a game. Let a man play chess, and tell him that every pawn is his friend. Let him think both bishops holy. Let him remember happy days in the shadows of his castles. Let him love his queen. Watch him loose them all. ↗


— Mark Lawrence


#life-lessons #murder #war #life

Man invents war. Man discovers peace. He invents war from without. He discovers peace from within. War man throws. Peace man sows. The smile of war is the flood of human blood. The smile of peace is the love, below, above. ↗


— Sri Chinmoy


#war #love

Ulysses was not comely, but he was eloquent, Yet he fired two goddesses of the sea with love ↗


— Søren Kierkegaard


#goddess #love #poetry #seduction #the-seducer-s-diary

When nations resort to arms, the human spirit is like a bird that cannot stand to hear its own song. ↗


— Phoenix Desmond


#love #nature #peace #spiritual #spirituality

We are surrounded on all sides by God but often we are no more conscious of him than we are of air pressing against us. We don't turn our attention to Him. (Evelyn Underhill) ↗


— Sue Monk Kidd


#love

And love is love, in beggars and in kings. ↗


— Edward Dyer


#edward #edward-dyer #love #sir-edward-dyer #universal

True hearts have ears and eyes, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break. ↗


— Edward Dyer


#edward #edward-dyer #love #sir-edward-dyer #love

Sometimes," he said, "it is necessary to go back before we can move forward. ↗


— Mary Balogh


#go-back #love

They fought because they loved the dance, and the weight of a sword in their hands. The clash and spark of metal and hiss of flame was like music written just for them. They fought for glory, but not for blood. They were Weirlind, heirs of the warrior's stone. And they always slept better with blades beneath their beds. ↗


— The Warrior Heir Cinda Williams Chima pg.


#battle #blood #glory #heir #stone

Naphta loathed the bourgeois state and its love of security. He found occasion to express this loathing one autumn afternoon when, as they were walking along the main street, it suddenly began to rain and, as if on command, there was an umbrella over every head. That was a symbol of cowardice and vulgar effeminacy, the end product of civilization. An incident like the sinking of the Titanic was atavistic, true, but its effect was most refreshing, it was the handwriting on the wall. Afterward, of course, came the hue and cry for more security in shipping. How pitiful, but such weak-willed humanitarianism squared very nicely with the wolfish cruelty and villainy of slaughter on the economic battlefield known as the bourgeois state. War, war ! He was all for it – the universal lust or war seemed quite honorable in comparison. ↗


— Thomas Mann


#cowardice #security #umbrellas #war #love






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