Quotes by : Wilfred Owen

The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language...everything. Unnatural,....

But the old man would not so, but slew his son,And half the seed of Europe, one by one.

My subject is War, and the pity of War. The Poetry is in the pity.

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

Red lips are not so red as the stained stones kissed by the English dead.

He's lost his colour very far from here,Poured it down shell-holes till the veins ran dry

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

Some say God caught them even before they fell.

You shall not hear their mirth:You shall not come to think them well contentBy any jest of mine. These....

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