18 Quotes About Bomb

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Whether you are bombing on the body, face, hands, or any other part of your body, these bomb quotes will inspire you to unleash your inner artist!

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They want us to be afraid. They want us to be afraid of leaving our homes. They want us to barricade our doors and hide our children. Their aim is to make us fear life itself! They want us to hate. They want us to hate 'the other'. They want us to practice aggression and perfect antagonism. Their aim is to divide us all! They want us to be inhuman. They want us to throw out our kindness. They want us to bury our love and burn our hope. Their aim is to take all our light! They think their bricked walls will separate us. They think their damned bombs will defeat us. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that my soul and your soul are old friends. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that when they cut you I bleed. They are so ignorant they don’t understand that we will never be afraid, we will never hate and we will never be silent for life is ours! . Kamand Kojouri
War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs...
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War is not just the shower of bullets and bombs from both sides, it is also the shower of blood and bones on both sides. Amit Kalantri
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How in hell did those bombers get up there every single second of our lives! Why doesn't someone want to talk about it! We've started and won two atomic wars since 2022! Is it because we're having so much fun at home we've forgotten the world? Is it because we're so rich and the rest of the world's so poor and we just don't care if they are? I've heard rumors; the world is starving, but we're well fed. Is it true, the world works hard and we play? Is that why we're hated so much? I've heard the rumors about hate too, once in a long while, over the years. Do you know why? I don't, that's sure! Maybe the books can get us half out of the cave. They just might stop us from making the same damn insane mistakes!. Ray Bradbury
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Hannah expected this to make her sob even more, but instead she found her tears drying up and her tummy growing warm. How dare they? How dare they do this to little girls? She understood now why her parents go so angry when they saw the result of bombers in the white hot streets of the Middle East, why men and women wailed in anger as well as grief as they lifted the limp bodies of children from the rubble. How dare they? No, she wasn't going to die like this, wrapped up like some helpless baby. Stephen M. Irwin
All bombing is terrorism.
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All bombing is terrorism. Suzy Kassem
Maybe the Americans should have brought baseballs instead of bombs.
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Maybe the Americans should have brought baseballs instead of bombs. Ann E. Burg
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Millions cheer the warriorspilling blood across the ringwhile the one who stands for peaceis ridiculed and shamed. Must hearts forever sufferfrom ignorance and greed? Can bombs heal our soulsor set our spirits free? Aberjhani
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Let my silence grow with noise as pregnant mothers grow with life. Let my silence permeate these walls as sunlight permeates a home. Let the silence rise from unwatered graves and craters left by bombs. Let the silence rise from empty bellies and surge from broken hearts. The silence of the hidden and forgotten. The silence of the abused and tortured. The silence of the persecuted and imprisoned. The silence of the hanged and massacred. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so the hungry may eat my words and the poor may wear my words. Loud as all the sounds can be, let my silence be loud so I may resurrect the dead and give voice to the oppressed. My silence speaks. Kamand Kojouri
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People who try to tell you what the blitz was like in London start with fire and explosion and then almost invariably end up with some very tiny detail which crept in and set and became the symbol of the whole thing for them. "It's the glass, " says one man, "the sound in the morning of the broken glass being swept up, the vicious, flat tinkle." .. An old woman was selling little miserable sprays of sweet lavender. The city was rocking under the bombs and the light of burning buildings made it like day. And in one little hole in the roar her voice got in–a squeaky voice. "Lavender! " she said. "Buy Lavender for luck." The bombing itself grows vague and dreamlike. The little pictures remain as sharp as they were when they were new. . John Steinbeck
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As a sea level adapted human, I am more fearful about the radiation levels on top of high altitude mountains, mile high modern cities and inside jet aircraft than from nuclear reactors and bombs, as that is where I get the most radiation exposures in the modern world. Steven Magee
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2. Humanity & Peace - 2.09 THE NUCLEAR QUESTIONAny act against the constitution, Must be declared to be but void, But atomic acts against humanity, Are the strength to be but tried.[22] - 2The future of any of the countries, Does lie way above its people, And the future of humanity -On numerous BOMBS so ample.[23] - 2 Munindra Misra
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In an age of bombsguzzling blood, skylarks merge peacewith thought and action. Aberjhani
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Last night i dreamt AGAIN of a chaotic world, a lawless world..a world that was wounded with bullet holes, shattered glass & screams behind explosives harsh soundmy dreams, for some time now..so filled with shattered glass.just shattered glass. in a shattered world. L V HALL
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And then this whole deal of new gods, old gods, " said his friend. "You ask me, I welcome new gods. Bring the on. The god of guns. The god of bombs. All the gods of ignorance and intolerance, of self-righteousness, idiocy and blame. All the stuff they try and land me with. Take a lot of the weight off my shoulders. Neil Gaiman
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Vietnam was a country where America was trying to make people stop being communists by dropping things on them from airplanes. Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
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The riot had taken on a beauty of its own now. Arcs of gasoline fire under the crescent moon. Crimson tracer in mystical parabolas. Phosphorescence from the barrels of plastic bullet guns. A distant yelling like that of men below decks in a torpedoed prison ship. The scarlet whoosh of Molotovs intersecting with exacting surfaces. Helicopters everywhere: their spotlights finding one another like lovers in the Afterlife.And all this through a lens of oleaginous Belfast rain. . Adrian McKinty
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You have terminated me, ” one of them said in a strange, flat voice. “But Iam one of many.”“ Robots! ” Iggy breathed, taking Total from Angel.“One of many, one of many, one of many, ” the robot Eraser was saying. NowNudge saw the red light in its eyes, saw how they were fading and winking out.“ Good! ” spat the Gasman, kicking it hard. “Because we like to blow stuff up, blow stuff up, blow stuff up!. James Patterson