Quotes by : Wilfred Owen

These men are worth your tears. You are not worth their merriment.

Escape? There is one unwatched way: your eyes. O Beauty! Keep me good that secret gate.

What passing bells for these who die as cattle?Only the monstrous anger of the guns.Only the stuttering....

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,....

This book is not about heroes. English poetry is not yet fit to speak of them. Nor is it about deeds,....

After all my years of playing soldiers, and then of reading History, I have almost a mania to be in the....

As bronze may be much beautified by lying in the dark damp soil, so men who fade in dust of warfare fade....

Flying is the only active profession I would ever continue with enthusiasm after the War.

Some say God caught them even before they fell.

And Death fell with me, like a deepening moan.And He, picking a manner of worm, which half had hidIts....