Libba Bray Quotes

The fire was silent, the little houses collapsing into the flames without complaint, flocks of sparks rising to the sky. At a distance it seemed beautiful, and I thought it was strange that powerful violence is often so pleasing to the eye.

I come down to the water to cool my eyes. But everywhere I look I see fire; that which isn't flint is tinder, and the whole world sparks and flames.

The town caught fire in several places, shells crashed and burst, and solid shot rained like hail.

It's a war zone. Terrible things happen.

War! War! War! I fear it will swallow up everything good and useful.

When hopes and dreams are loose in the streets, it is well for the timid to lock doors, shutter windows and lie low until the wrath has passed. For there is often a monstrous incongruity between the hopes, however noble and tender, and the action which follows them. It is as if ivied maidens and garlanded youths were to herald the four horsemen of the apocalypse.

Passion is very destructive.

A bull in just about any shop is gonna be a mess.

Cause I lit him on fire,” I shrugged and brushed dust from my pants.

Loves a battlefield it's not a one night stand.

Great warriors, like great earthquakes, are principally remembered for the mischief they have done.

He wanted to hit something or someone. He wanted to burn up the whole world, heal it, and burn it down again.

One man puts the fire out, the other lights the fuse.

Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks! Rage! Blow! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our teeples, drowned the cocks! You sulphurour and thought-executing fires, Vaunt-couriers to oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head! And thou, all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world! Crack nature's molds, all germens spill at once That make ingrateful man!

Any time you put too many sparks around a powder keg, the thing is going to explode, and if the things that explodes is still inside the house, then the house will be destroyed.

The crowd, still shouting, gives way before us. We plough our way through. Women hold their aprons over their faces and go stumbling away. A roar of fury goes up. A wounded man is being carried off.

Battle is an orgy of disorder.

There is so much that must be done in a civilized barbarism like war.

In every war, there's looting.

Wars break things; they break stories.

Whoever lights the torch of war in Europe can wish for nothing but chaos.

Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself.

People who fight fire with fire usually end up with ashes.

War is a contagion.

Cities are made for enemies to destroy.