Jessica

“These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Poems of Wilfred Owen

“The old Lie:Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”
― Wilfred Owen

“If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory
That old lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.”
― Wilfred Owen, The Collected Poems of Wilfred Owen

“I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are set against one another, and in silence, unknowingly, foolishly, obediently, innocently slay one another.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, All Quiet on the Western Front