Friends, Romans, Countrymen, lend me your ears.— Mark Antony
Tremendous Dogs Of War quotations
The lion doesn't turn around when the small dog barks.
Again, in Wag the Dog, war has to be declared by an act of congress.
But if you go to war, you don't have to declare war. You're just at war and we did that, which is not legal.
You're fighting a battle of good and evil with your dog pimp! Your only weapon is the shimmy! There is power in the shimmy! Make him fear your shimmy! Now, goddamnit, show me your war shimmy!
Imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.
Know what you're talking about.
O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth, / That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
I would never rob your cradles to feed the dogs of war
You will never reach your destination if you stop and throw stones at every dog that barks.
Do not forget your dogs of war, your big guns, which are the most-to-be respected arguments of the rights of kings.
All of Koons's best art - the encased vacuum cleaners, the stainless-steel Rabbit (the late-twentieth century's signature work of Simulationist sculpture), the amazing gleaming Balloon Dog, and the cast-iron re-creation of a Civil War mortar exhibited last month at the Armory - has simultaneously flaunted extreme realism, idealism, and fantasy.
Here is a list of terrible things, The jaws of sharks, a vultures wings The rabid bite of the dogs of war, The voice of one who went before, But most of all the mirror's gaze, Which counts us out our numbered days.
Never forget that everything Hitler did in Germany was legal.
Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war!
A samurai will use a toothpick even though he has not eaten.
Inside the skin of a dog, outside the hide of a tiger.
Take empathy, something added to human nature very recently and moving as we speak. Less than 300 years ago, Christians were enjoying watching a bear and dogs fight in a pit, racing Jews like horses, and had a life expectancy of less than 50 years. Today there are vegans who won't kill a fly, and yet wars too.
Sweat more in practice, bleed less in war.
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds.
The friendship of a dog is precious. It becomes even more so when one is so far removed from home.... I have a Scottie. In him I find consolation and diversion... he is the "one person" to whom I can talk without the conversation coming back to war.
War is an unpredictable beast. Once unleashed, it runs like a rabid dog, ravening friend or foe alike. It can drag on for years, a slow attrition of nerve and fortitude, or be over in one brilliant flash, an extravagant conflagration of flame and blood and waste.
Be selective in your battles, don't make every problem a war.
What has happened to architecture since the second world war that the only passers-by who can contemplate it without pain are those equipped with a white stick and a dog?
The paparazzi are nothing but dogs of war.
Come on soldiers! Guardians and agents of the supreme law! Here is a sacrifice of dogs ready for your swords!
It's hard to sleep when your heart is at war with your mind.
At night my father often heard sporadic gunfire mixed in with the sound of dogs howling. If the war came closer, soon there would be only minor difference between shooting a dog and shooting a man.
Cry havoc! and let loose the dogs of war, that this foul deed shall smell above the earth with carrion men, groaning for burial.
Civilization is drugs, alcohol, engines of war, prostitution, machines and machine slaves, low wages, bad food, bad taste, prisons, reformatories, lunatic asylums, divorce, perversion, brutal sports, suicides, infanticide, cinema, quackery, demagogy, strikes, lockouts, revolutions, putsches, colonization, electric chairs, guillotines, sabotage, floods, famine, disease, gangsters, money barons, horse racing, fashion shows, poodle dogs, chow dogs, Siamese cats, condoms, peccaries, syphilis, gonorrhea, insanity, neuroses, etc., etc.
The most dangerous person is the one who listens, thinks and observes.
The war of words is done;The red-lipped cannon speak;The battle has begun.The web your speeches spunTears and blood shall streak;The war of words is done.Smoke enshrouds the sun;Earth staggers at the shriekOf battle new begun.Poltroons and braggarts run:Woe to the poor, the meek!The war of words is done.And hope not now to shunThe doom that dogs the weak,Thunders every gun;Victory must be won.When the red-lipped cannon speak,The war of words is done,The slaughter has begun.
I think everybody must be aware that this society is a whole lot shakier now than it was before the war. I was trying to examine, in 'Dog Soldiers,' the process of that blow falling on America.
The very dogs that sullenly bay the moon from farm-yards in these nights excite more heroism in our breasts than all the civil exhortations or war sermons of the age.
What a beautiful world it would be if people had hearts like dogs.
I'm interested in things when I don't know what they are.
Like "Hey, Ray, what the hell is this?" Oh, that's lipstick from the 1700s, that's dog food from the turn of the century, that's a hat from World War II. I'm interested in the minutiae of things. Oddities.
We have already given in example one effectual check to the dog of war by transferring the power of letting him loose from the Executive to the Legislative body
Heads of warring nations could learn a lot about how to achieve lasting peace by watching dogs and cats who live in the same house.
Religious wars are basically people killing each other over who has the better imaginary friend.
What you people who weren't yet born can never know is what it meant to sleep in cities under silent falls of snow when all night long the only sounds you heard were dogs that parked at trains that passed so far away they took a short cut through your dreams and no one even woke. It was the war that changed that. It was. After the Great War for Civilization - sleep was different everywhere.
Back in World War II, we viewed the Japanese as 'yellow, slant-eyed dogs' that believed in different gods. They were out to kill us because our way of living was different. We, in turn, wanted to annihilate them because they were different. Does that sound familiar, by any chance, to what's going on today?
Love's Pestilence, and her slow dogs of war.
If your dog doesn’t like someone you probably shouldn’t, either.
If rulers learn to undervalue the lives of their own subjects by the custom of war, how much more do they undervalue the lives of their enemies! As they learn to hear of the loss of five hundred or a thousand of their own men, with perhaps less feeling than they would hear of the death of a favorite horse or dog, so they learn to hear of the death of thousands after thousands on the side of the enemy with joy and exultation.
Everything's got a purpose, really - you just have to look for it.
Cats are good at keeping old dogs alive. Loss helps you reach for gain. Death helps you celebrate life. War helps you work for peace. A flood makes you glad you're still standing. And a tall boy can stop the wind so a candle of hope can burn bright.
In the land of badass, you’ve just been trumped.
If Dark-Hunters had inmates, these would be they. Known as the Dogs of War because that’s what they thrive on, they’re cold-blooded and intolerant. Congratulations, bud, these are your new protectors. (Acheron)
But with dogs, we do have "bad dog." Bad dog exists. "Bad dog! Bad dog! Stole a biscuit, bad dog!" The dog is saying, "Who are you to judge me? You human beings who’ve had genocide, war against people of different creeds, colors, religions, and I stole a biscuit?! Is that a crime? People of the world!" "Well, if you put it that way, I think you’ve got a point. Have another biscuit, sorry.