Poetry Quote by Wilfred Owen

“Wading sloughs of flesh these helpless wander, Treading blood from lungs that had loved laughter.”

— Wilfred Owen

“On the street, men appeared to me like mad ghosts, old skeletons out of joint, whose bones, badly strung together, were falling to the…

— Octave Mirbeau

“The dead men had become martyrs and their degradation was forgotten”

— George Orwell

“These rough notes and our dead bodies must tell the tale -”

— Robert Harris

“One strange feeling, which I remember clearly, was a powerful link with the slain, particularly those that had fallen within the past hour or…

— William Manchester

“Strange, rapid, disconnected thoughts passed through his mind. ‘Dead!’ Then: ‘They have killed him! . . .’ And an absurd notion about immortality, the…

— Mikhail Bulgakov

“Some days he wishes that he could simply empty the chambers of the men, fill the halls instead with women: the short sharp shock…

— Colum McCann

“But it is true that I am a wretch. I have murdered the lovely and the helpless; I have strangled the innocent as they…

— Mary Shelley

“We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers…

— Michael Ondaatje

“Old Men’s Souls Within their ancient, decrepit bodies the souls of old men wallow. Poor things, so full of sorrow: how bored with the…

— Constantinos P. Cavafis

“We walked away from all that was warm and dear and stood frightened in cold rain where the guns fired, and in the end,…

— Charles Todd

“Coffined thoughts around me, in mummycases, embalmed in spice of words. Thoth, god of libraries, a birdgod, moonycrowned. And I heard the voice of…

— James Joyce