Quotes on Wanton

It seems to me that the moment has come when the question of bombing of German cities simply for the sake of increasing the terror, though under other pretexts, should be reviewed...I feel the need for more precise concentration upon military objectives, such as oil and communications behind the immediate battle-zone, rather than on mere acts of terror and wanton destruction, however impressive.

The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.

Do you know how pale & wanton thrillful comes death on a strange hour unannounced, unplanned for like a scaring over-friendly guest you've brought to bed Death makes angels of us all & gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as raven's claws

All furnished, all in arms;_x000D_ _x000D_ All plum'd like estridges that with the wind_x000D_ _x000D_ Bated like eagles having lately bathed;_x000D_ _x000D_ Glittering in golden coats like images;_x000D_ _x000D_ As full of spirit as the month of May_x000D_ _x000D_ And gorgeous as the sun at midsummer;_x000D_ _x000D_ Wanton as youthful goats, wild as young bulls.

As flies to wanton boys, are we to the gods; they kill us for their sport.

A wanton waste of projectiles.

Fie, fie upon her! _x000D_ _x000D_ There's language in her eye, her cheek, her lip, _x000D_ _x000D_ Nay, her foot speaks; her wanton spirits look out _x000D_ _x000D_ At every joint and motive of her body.

As love is full of unbefitting strains,_x000D_ _x000D_ All wanton as a child, skipping and vain,_x000D_ _x000D_ Form'd by the eye and therefore, like the eye,_x000D_ _x000D_ Full of strange shapes, of habits and of forms,_x000D_ _x000D_ Varying in subjects as the eye doth roll_x000D_ _x000D_ To every varied object in his glance

War means blind obedience, unthinking stupidity, brutish callousness, wanton destruction, and irresponsible murder.

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.

How much longer is the world willing to endure this spectacle of wanton cruelty?