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“Après tout, on ne juge le monde que d'après son propre coeur. L'avare seul voit les gens menés par l'intérêt, le luxurieux par l'obsession du désir. Pour Madame Angellier, un Allemand n'était pas un homme, c'était une personnification de la cruauté, de la perversité et de la haine. Que d'autres eussent un jugement différent était impossible, invraisemblable... Elle ne pouvait pas plus se répresenter Lucile amoureuse d'un Allemand qu'elle n'eût imaginé l'accouplement d'une femme et d'une bête fabuleuse, comme la licorne, le dragon ou la tarasque.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“Elle variait ses hallucinations à son gré. Elle ne se contentait pas du passé; elle escomptait l'avenir! Elle changeait le présent selon sa volonté; elle mentait et se trompait elle-même, mais comme ses mensonges étaient ses propres oeuvres, elle les chérissait. Pour de brefs instants, elle était heureuse. Il n'y avait plus à son bonheur ces limites imposées par le réel. Tout était possible, tout était à sa portée. D'abord, la guerre était finie.”
― Irène Némirovsky, Suite Française

“All Russians I knew hoped passionately that, with Hitler beaten, the War allies might continue friendship into long years of peace. They knew, of course - they had known all through the war - that there were elements in America that sabotaged the alliance, and even some who would rather see Hitler win. For two years while Russians perished by millions, they had watched their Allies delay the promised "second front" in the west.”
― Anna Louise Strong, The Stalin era

“Time should not embarrass itself by moving forward, bringing only pale imitations of a perfect night.”
― Sherri L. Smith, The Blossom and the Firefly

“Don't believe for a minute that this all belongs to some distant past. These are not antediluvian monsters, creatures who pitifully faded away in the 1950s along with the poverty depicted by Rossellini, or were carted off with the ruins of Berlin. These names still exist. Their fortunes are enormous.”
― Éric Vuillard, L'Ordre du jour

“As I approached the field, I called the tower, identified myself, and said I would like to land and pay my respects to General Patton if that was agreeable and convenient. I was cleared to land. When I parked, there was Georgie in his famous Jeep with the three-star flags flying, his helmet reflecting the sun gloriously and his ivory-handled revolvers at his side. He rushed forward, threw his arms around me, and with great tears streaming down his face, said, "Jimmy, I'm glad to see you. I didn't think anyone would ever call on a mean old son of a bitch like me.”
― James H. Doolittle, I Could Never Be So Lucky Again

“Halleck came from people who regarded a slight change of facial expression as adequate to convey the pain of a severed limb.”
― Miles Watson, Sinner's Cross

“Even the rats were giving up on the British Empire'.
-p39- Elephant Moon”
― John Sweeney

“« C’est un livre magnifique. En pleine période de folie fasciste et d’engouement militariste et ultranationaliste, Yoshino a eu l’audace d’écrire, à l’intention des jeunes Japonais, un livre qui prônait l’usage critique de la raison et défendait la supériorité éthique de l’amitié des égaux par rapport à la soumission rampante et aveugle à l’égard des aînés et des dominants. »”
― Akira Mizubayashi, Âme brisée

“Fascism counts on people's credulity, on their craving to believe, on their fear that there is nothing to believe.”
― Rosemary Sullivan, The Betrayal of Anne Frank: A Cold Case Investigation

“And you, my dearest, you are something unutterably familiar to me, you are really I myself! We are truly a wonderful idea. My life up until now was not lacking in love, God knows, but was empty of life, real life. I have spent years living for nothing, have wasted my life. And that is not what life is for. I want to live, to love with all the fire in my heart, to savor life and love to the fullest. I will never stand before you empty-handed. I will look after you, be your homeland, your home and family. I will give you everything you lack, and I know that my call in life is to make you happy.”
― Erica Fischer, Aimée & Jaguar: A Love Story, Berlin 1943

“Equating horror with the inhuman has always struck me as convenient but fallacious, if only because I was born into a century that should have ended such talk for good.”
― Siri Hustvedt, What I Loved

“but an atmosphere of war had settled over the country like a plague. The life and welfare of the individual counted for nothing. People had ceased to be human beings—they were classified according to military criteria as soldiers, fit for military service, unfit for military service, and enemies.”
― Erich Maria Remarque, The Night in Lisbon

“But that was the war for you. It was inconvenient, senseless, and it had placed Maurice Mickelwhite directly in the path of two thousand German bombers.”
― Miles Watson, The Numbers Game

“Bloke was a savage. On the pitch and in the sky. But his savagery wouldn't save him. He had flown too many missions and the numbers would catch up with him soon. They always did.”
― Miles Watson, The Numbers Game

“This cramped little space that stank of earth and smoke and sweat, that dripped water during every hard rain, and whose floor was often a half-frozen soup of mud and sunflower seeds and straw, now seemed to him more comfortable than Ketterling’s HQ could ever be, and he knew why. Here, surrounded by the weapons hanging from nails by their straps, the boxes of hand grenades, the cut-down artillery shells filled with cigarette butts, the crumpled moisture-bloated magazines and greasy playing cards, one lived an honest life. You couldn’t get that back home anymore. The radio and the newspapers were full of lies that would have been insulting even if the streets hadn’t been full of rubble and the air with the shriek of air-raid sirens, and it wasn’t enough for the government that the people merely endure it all, bombs and lies, without objecting. They had to believe the lies, had to parrot them back with sickly smiles plastered on their faces, lest they be branded defeatists and be taken away.

It wasn’t like that here. Nickolaus wanted it to be, but it wasn’t. Here, a man might be hungry, he might itch with lice, he might sting with pain from cuts that never healed, he might be empty-headed with fatigue and half-deafened from noise, but he always knew precisely where he stood—with his comrades and with the enemy. There were no intrigues, no politics, no flag-waving. A man never looked you in the eyes and told you black was white, or worse yet, demanded that you agree that black was white. There was no need because he had already asked you to die for him, and once you had agreed, what need was there for words?”
― Miles Watson, Sinner's Cross

“We’ve been catching hell ever since we got to this forest. Christ, I’ve heard guys praying they’ll lose a leg just to get out of here. That’s not normal. I mean, you hear guys praying to get a Million Dollar Wound all the time—you know, lose a finger or a toe or get shot through the ass. Something that’ll fuck ‘em up bad enough to get ‘em sent home but not bad enough to cripple ‘em. That’s normal. I been hearing that since Anzio. But I never heard anybody pray to lose a fucking leg. Not before I came here.”
― Miles Watson, Sinner's Cross

“This is your platoon sergeant, Halleck. This is your platoon medic, Holzinger. This is your radioman, Loomis, and this is your call-sign, Decoy Red One Six. These are your squad leaders—Ryerson, Spicer, and Keesey. Tonight’s password is 'Ontario.' Your position extends from the edge of that gully to the blowdown over there. We don’t expect a push here, so your job is to keep the Germans from infiltrating. That means a one hundred percent alert all night, every night. Listen for the enemy. Don’t make any noise at all or you’ll take fire from both sides. Don’t smoke, the Germans will see the light and blow you to hell. Don’t fall asleep, you’ll wake up with your throat cut. Don’t give any orders, you don’t know what you’re doing. Let Halleck run things until you know the score. A guide will relieve you at 0630 hours exactly. If you hear anyone come up behind you before that, shoot him.”
― Miles Watson, Sinner's Cross

“A good platoon sergeant, in the lieutenant’s mind, ought act like Kato on 'The Green Hornet' and not a disapproving uncle with a taste for the strap.”
― Miles Watson, Sinner's Cross

“Folk ser ud til at forlade udstillingen fulde af indtryk, og på gaden fortsætter de i lang tid med at diskutere de forskellige tegninger og projekter. Alle nægter at tro, at sådanne værker kan laves inden for ghettoens mure, især under de nuværende forhold med konstante menneskejagter, sult, epidemier og terror. Og dog er det tilfældet! Vores ungdom har givet håndgribelige beviser på sit mod og sin åndelig styrke, modstandskraft og tro på en ny og mere retfærdig verden.”
― Mary Berg, The Diary of Mary Berg: Growing up in the Warsaw Ghetto

“Month after month, the Russians, bearing the brunt of war, had waited. The Anglo-American landing did not come until June 6, 1944, when the Russian army had already liberated most of the USSR and was driving across Poland. Many Russians had bitterly wondered whether the Allies delayed so that Russia might take the loss, and landed at last in Normandy because they could not afford to let Russians take Berlin alone.”
― Anna Louise Strong, The Stalin era

“It was terrible to watch one of those things die. Eighteen tons, a hundred feet from wingtip to wingtip, ten men aboard, all fighting to get out. If she spun, the centrifugal force would pin them to the walls... You're trapped inside a metal box. You've got five miles to fall. You know it. [...] Sometimes you could hear them all the way.”
― Garth Ennis, Dreaming Eagles

“My father was taken away during the Second World War as a work refusal. He had gone into hiding after the university in Leuven was closed, but was nevertheless caught and imprisoned by the Germans in the Bruges prison. He was eventually put to work as a forced laborer in a factory in Hamburg.”
― Filip Dewinter

“Co takiego zrobili dla ciebie Anglicy? Podczas wojny zrzucili cię do Paryża, żebyś wykradł dla nich plany. Potem powtórzyli tę akcję w Warszawie, obiecując ci, że wyślą polskich spadochroniarzy, jak tylko wybuchnie tam powstanie. Zamiast tego wysłali ich do Holandii, żeby Niemcy ich dosłownie rozstrzelali. A kiedy ty walczyłeś w powstaniu, oni dogadywali się ze Stalinem, do którego łagru cię zesłać. Ale ty uciekłeś. I przyjechałeś tu, żeby zobaczyć, jak odmawiają wam udziału w defiladzie zwycięstwa, a waszych generałów zmuszają do pracy jako mechaników samochodowych i barmanów w podrzędnych knajpach, bo nie dali choćby emerytury ludziom, którzy odbijali dla nich Europę.”
― Paweł Majka, Czerwone Żniwa. Uderzenie wyprzedzające

“Fascinated by the utter ignorance of history here, esp regarding Trump & Hitler, or as I say "Hitler killed 40 million people, Trump hurt your feelings”
― Richard Galli

“But the choice he faced, the only choice he was able to make—would he let the darkness overtake his own soul, or would he dwell in the light? In Christ. "You are right." Cal said at last to the old priest, voice hoarse. "I know to much truth to be living like I am.”
― Jennifer Q. Hunt, In the Night Season

“Un giorno, a un tratto, la libertà si fermò. Non aveva più voglia di camminare. Se ne infischiava di quelli che l’aspettavano, mancava all’appuntamento senza un motivo, come fanno gli innamorati già un po�� stanchi.”
― Renata Viganò, L'Agnese va a morire

“Flo, one thing I’ve learned is that life is too short,�� Olivia told her. ‘If you have feelings for the man,�� she whispered, ‘take a chance, have some fun. Lord knows you deserve it. And don’t forget that sometimes people keep secrets to protect themselves from getting hurt. The fact that he brought his son here tonight . . . well, maybe that was his way of showing you how much he trusts you?�� ‘I agree,�� Ava murmured, as she and Olivia both stood. ‘I’m going with the life’s too short part. All the men I’ve met were bastards, so I highly approve of this one!”
― Soraya M. Lane, The London Girls

“The day the war ended in 1945, church bells rang from every steeple. I lit every candle... It's a wonder I didn't burn the church down in celebration!”
― Bernice Dietrich, Lady Slippers

“The Germans did not like to use the searchlights, especially on nights when there were British bombing raids on nearby installations. Even the most uneducated German soldier could guess that from the air the sight of probing searchlights would make the camp appear to be an ammunition dump or a manufacturing plant, and some hard-pressed Lancaster pilot, having fought off frightening raids by Luftwaffe night fighters, might make an error and drop his stick of bombs right on top of them.

So the searchlight use was erratic, which only made them more terrifying to anyone who wanted to maneuver from one hut to another at night. It was difficult to time their sweeps because they were so haphazard.”
― John Katzenbach, Hart's War