#war

With the compelling convincingness of dreams, which are vague yet exact, the ghost voice draws us (to ourselves and all of our component selves), lifts them casually out of the well of the past--the well wherein nothing is lost, the deep well of forgetfulness, and remembrance--and tosses them mockingly on the glassy table surface of our consciousness. There we are forced to consider them. There we are forced to regard, analyze, and re-understand. ↗

— Heinrich Zimmer

#dreams

Foreknowledge cannot be gotten from ghosts and spirits, cannot be had by analogy, cannot be found out by calculation. It must be obtained from people, people who know the conditions of the enemy. ↗

— Sun Tzu

#empiricism #epistemology #military-philosophy #philosophy #war

Then, still smiling, he kissed me. When he lifted his head he didn’t go far so I heard it when he whispered, “My reward.” My eyes narrowed and I snapped, “You’re not allowed to do that shit.” His head jerked slightly and he asked, “Say again?” “Be sweet and make me all melty and want to jump you when I’m celebrating my heretofore unknown badassness with a bunch of bikers and their bitches. Not to mention, I’m hungry.” Tack grinned as his arm snaked around me and he yanked me close. “You wanna jump me?” he asked. ↗

— Kristen Ashley

#dreams

All around them were the bodies of dead Chinese soldiers. They lined the verges of the roads and floated in the canals, jammed together around the pillars of the bridges. In the trenches between the burial mounds hundreds of dead soldiers sat side by side with their heads against the torn earth, as if they had fallen asleep together in a deep dream of war. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#soldiers #war #word-war-two #dreams

What’s the difference? Fill a hundred pits with dead Northmen, congratulations, have a parade! Kill one man in the same uniform as you? A crime. A murder. Worse than despicable. Are we not all men? All blood and bone and dreams? ↗

— Joe Abercrombie

#heroes #military #war #dreams

How many hopes and dreams are trapped within these bones? How many wonders lie never to be discovered? This is what war is. Desolation, despair and loss. There are no victors. ↗

— David Gemmell

#war #death

Those who stop chasing after their dreams because of what they're being told are cowards. ↗

— Jawe Querimit

#dreams #dreams

I dreamed kind Jesus fouled the big-gun gears; and caused a permanent stoppage in all bolts; and buckled with a smile Mausers and Colts; and rusted every bayonet with His tears. ↗

— Wilfred Owen

#jesus #war #dreams

What I could not support was "a dumb war, a rash war, a war based not on reason but on passion, not on principle but on politics". ↗

— Barack Obama

#war #dreams

Jim knew that he was awake and asleep at the same time, dreaming of the war and yet dreamed of by the war. ↗

— J.G. Ballard

#world-war-two #dreams