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“Bells Screamed all off key, wrangling together as they collided in midair, horns and whistles mingled shrilly with cries of human distress; sulphur-colored light ex-ploded through the black windowpane and flashed away in darkness. Miranda waking from a dreamless sleep asked without expecting an answer, “What is happening?â€� for there was a bustle of voices and footsteps in the corridor, and a sharpness in the air; the far clamour went on, a furious exasperated shrieking like a mob in revolt.

The light came on, and Miss Tanner said in a furry voice, “Hear that? They’re celebrating . It’s the Armistice. The war is over, my dear.� Her hands trembled. She rattled a spoon in a cup, stopped to listen, held the cup out to Miranda. From the ward for old bedridden women down the hall floated a ragged chorus of cracked voices singing, “My country, ’tis of thee…�

Sweet land� oh terrible land of this bitter world where the sound of rejoicing was a clamour of pain, where ragged tuneless old women, sitting up waiting for their evening bowl of cocoa, were singing, “Sweet land of Liberty-�

“Oh, say, can you see?â€� their hopeless voices were asking next, the hammer strokes of metal tongues drowning them out. “The war is over,â€� said Miss Tanner, her underlap held firmly, her eyes blurred. Miranda said, “Please open the window, please, I smell death in here.”
― Katherine Anne Porter, Pale Horse, Pale Rider

“You've no idea what you've cost me. Not the faintest trace of an understanding.”
― Lara Elena Donnelly, Armistice

“Daoud sighed. "You really think that he is still alive?"

"I know that I need to see for myself," said Aristide, staring at the white blots of cold cream on the carpet between his shoes. "Or I will live the rest of my life like a man with a toothache he cannot leave alone, and I will poke at it until it grows into an abscess, bursts, and kills me.”
― Lara Elena Donnelly, Armistice

“Ceasefire only postpones war,
disarmament instills peace.
Armistice empowers armament,
demilitarization plants peace.”
― Abhijit Naskar, World War Human: 100 New Earthling Sonnets