6 Quotes About Trench

If you’re a fan of trench warfare, then you will probably enjoy these trench quotes. The whole idea of a war in a trench is a very interesting one. A lot of people have commented that this is a metaphor for life. We spend most of our time living in the trenches of daily life, and we never see the beautiful world outside those trenches Read more

It is only when we run out of energy or run into a problem that we take a moment to look around and realize how beautiful everything really is. And as the quote says, “it’s good to be back on top.”

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...all the men in the photograph wear puttees. All the men in the picture are bound, trying to keep themselves together. That is how considerate they are, for the love of God and country and women and the other men--for the love of all that is good and true--they keep themselves together because they have to. They are afraid but they are not cowards. Elena Mauli Shapiro
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Well, I thought, climbing slowly out of the slit trench, the shells will catch us above ground now. But if you have to go, you have to go. F Company’s in trouble, and we have to help them. We’re in reserve, so we have to go. And if we’re shelled, we’re shelled. There is absolutely nothing we can do about it. David Kenyon Webster
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Yea ! by your works are ye justified--toil unrelieved ;Manifold labours, co-ordinate each to the sending achieved ;Discipline, not of the feet but the soul, unremitting, unfeigned ;Tortures unholy by flame and by maiming, known, faced, and disdained ; Courage that suns Only foolhardiness ; even by these, are ye worthy of your guns. Gilbert Frankau
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I honestly wish I could believe that things will end perfectly with one big bright happy ending. But these last few days have taught me that life isn't made up of shiny moments. Life is hard; it's gritty. One day you are filled with joy and the next, you are crawling through the muddy trenches with no inkling of when you might be able to climb your way back up again. ~Willow Mosby (Exposing ELE) Rebecca Gober
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In my mind, I could sense their roots under the soil, creeping in helical tangles of ever-increasing complexity outward and in all directions–out beyond the perimeter of the Helsingør Wood, out below Yami’s Under City, out along the banks of the river, out to the nearest coast and thereupon out into the sea; the roots crept down further along the continental shelf, downward into the abysses, downward into the ocean floor, burrowing under the corals and under trenches, and then back up again to sprout in the darkened forest on a foreign continent: all the trees of the world now had conjoined roots, for they were now of one conjoined consciousness! . Ashim Shanker