People tell me I saved hundreds and hundreds of people. But I have to tell you: it’s not the people you saved that you remember. It’s the ones you couldn’t save. Those are the ones you talk about. Those are the faces and situations that stay with you forever.— Chris Kyle
The most romantic Chris Kyle quotes to get the best of your day
The Navy credits me with more kills as a sniper than any other American service member, past or present.
I don't know if I'm the best of the best. But I did know that if I quit, I wouldn't be.
I’ve lived the literal meaning of the ‘land of the free’ and ‘home of the brave.’ It’s not corny for me. I feel it in my heart. I feel it in my chest. Even at a ball game, when someone talks during the anthem or doesn’t take off his hat, it pisses me off. I’m not one to be quiet about it, either.
Despite what your momma told you, Violence does solve problems.
I’m willing to meet my creator and answer every shot that I took.
MY REGRETS ARE ABOUT THE PEOPLE I COULDN’T SAVE—Marines, soldiers, my buddies. I still feel their loss. I still ache for my failure to protect them.
If you hate the war, that’s fine. But you should still support the troops. They don’t get to pick where they’re deployed. They just gave the American people a blank check for anything up to and including the value of their lives, and the least everyone else can do is be thankful. Buy them dinner. Mow their yard. Bake them cookies.
But real life doesn't travel in a perfect straight line;
it doesn't necessarily have that 'all lived happily ever after' bit. You have to work on where you're going.
Every person I killed I strongly believe that they were bad.
When I do go face God there is going to be lots of things I will have to account for but killing any of those people is not one of them.
At another location, we found barrels of chemical material that was intended for use as biochemical weapons. Everyone talks about there being no weapons of mass destruction in Iraq, but they seem to be referring to completed nuclear bombs, not the many deadly chemical weapons or precursors that Saddam had stockpiled.
What wounded veteran's don't need is sympathy.
THey need to be treated like the men they are: equals, heroes, and people who still have tremendous value for society.
I would love for people to be able to think of me as a guy who stood up for what he believed in and helped make a difference for the vets.
The rules are drawn up by lawyers who are trying to protect the admirals and generals from the politicians; they’re not written by people who are worried about the guys on the ground getting shot.
You have to slow your heart rate, stay calm. You have to shoot in between your heartbeats.
I really don't care what people think of me.
I just want to get the bad guys but if I can’t see them, I can’t shoot them.
If you see anyone from about sixteen to sixty-five and they’re male, shoot ’em. Kill every male you see.
I'm a better husband and father than I was a killer.
I am a much better father and husband than I ever was a sniper.
I did want to be the top sniper.
Savage, despicable evil. That's what we were fighting in Iraq.
In my experience, Marines are gung ho no matter what.
They will all fight to the death. Everyone of them just wants to get out there and kill. They are bad-ass, hard-charging mothers.
But I wondered, how would I feel about killing someone? Now I know. It’s no big deal.
You're not just going out there, maybe sacrificing your own life.
There's also sacrifices still going on at home. You can serve in the military and have a good marriage, but you just need to be aware of it so you can take those steps to take care of it.
But in that backroom or whatever it is when God confronts me with my sins, I do not believe any of the kills I had during the war will be among them. Everyone I shot was evil. I had good cause on every shot. They all deserved to die.
War is hell. Hollywood fantasizes about it and makes it look good... war sucks.
I don't have to psych myself up, or do something special mentally - I look through the scope, get my target in the cross hairs, and kill my enemy, before he kills one of my people.
Decades of Saddam’s rule made what could have been a fairly rich country, due to its oil reserves, into a very poor one.
The joke was that President Bush only declared war when Starbucks was hit.
You can mess with the U.N. all you want, but when you start interfering with the right to get caffeinated, someone has to pay.
Great way to fight a war - be prepared to defend yourself for winning.
None of my problems come from the people I've killed.
I am not a fan of politics.
I don’t shoot people with Korans. I’d like to, but I don’t.
It is our duty to serve those who serve us.
I thought I should be stronger than was possible.
In the end, my story, in Iraq and afterward, is about more than just killing people or even fighting for my country. It's about being a man. And it's about love as well as hate.
Im not a redneck, Im from Texas.
I'm just trying to get back to normal life.
Just because war is hell doesn’t mean you can’t have a little fun.
I really don't care what people think of me.
I've got my family. I've got my friends. Yes, I have been trained to be a little more aggressive if I need to be, but I don't go around thumping people.
The media cause more problems than they do good.
After I was discharged from the military, it was difficult trying to become a civilian.
One was to be a cowboy and another was to be in the military.
I grew up extremely patriotic and riding horses.
There's no reason someone who has fought for their country should be homeless of jobless.
I have a master chief that always said, punch and run.
It's not a problem taking out someone who wants your people dead. That's not a problem at all.
Other people are talking about writing books about my life, or about some of the things I've done. I find it strange, but I also feel it's my life and my story, and I guess I better be the one to get it on paper the way it actually happened.
Savage, despicable evil. That's what we were fighting in Iraq. That's why a lot of people, myself included, called the enemy 'savages.' There really was no other way to describe what we encountered there.