Quotes About Murder

Yava? cinayetler vard?r, h?zl? cinayetler vard?r...Beden cinayetleri vard?r, ak?l cinayetleri vard?r. U?ursuz okullar?n?zda i?ledikleriniz gibi...

She was shot dead, in cold blood, he said bitterly. I could see we were in for a long night. I got out my cigarettes.

We've sifted through the eight thousand, don't worry about that. And this is the one. This is the murder weapon, no doubt about it. Then the President has been murdered? I cant tell you that right now. But I can assure you that if there has been a murder, this is what did it.

You don't much think it did," said Alvin Hooks. "Your opinion is otherwise, it appears. But on what do you base your opinion, sir? You have not denied that my scenario is plausible. You have not denied that this premeditated murder might have happened in precisely the fashion I have just described, have you, Mr. Gillanders—have you?" "No, I haven't," Josiah said. "But—" "No further questions," said Alvin Hooks.

opinion, sir? You have not denied that my scenario is plausible. You have not denied that this premeditated murder might have happened in precisely the fashion I have just described, have you, Mr. Gillanders—have you?" "No, I haven't," Josiah said. "But—" "No further questions

The Thanksgiving myth casts the Wampanoags in 1620 as naive primitives, awestruck by the appearance of the Mayflower and its strange passengers. They were nothing of the sort. Their every step was informed by the legacy of the many European ships that had visited their shores and left behind a wave of enslavement, murder, theft, and mourning.

On 9/11, all the hatred and murder could not compare with the weight of love, of bravery, of caring. I have to believe that. I honestly believe that. I think we saw the way humanity works on that day, and while some of it was horrifying, so much of it was good.

The simple explanations that are so frequently proffered to explain murder—poverty, pathology, parents, media violence—fail crashingly at getting to the heart of the darkness, the underlying architecture of the murdering mind.

Most killers, in a nutshell, are not crazy. They kill for specific reasons, such as lust, greed, envy, fear, revenge, status, and reputation, or to get rid of someone who they perceive is inflicting costs on them. They are like you. They are like me.

La búsqueda de una buena pareja subyace a casi todo lo que realizan los seres humanos, desde entablar amistades hasta despreciar a los competidores, desde la búsqueda de prestigio hasta la motivación para el asesinato.

los mejores inspectores de homicidios admitirán que en noventa de cada cien casos lo que salva la investigación es la abrumadora predisposición del asesino a la incompetencia o, cuando menos, al error garrafal.

I do not tell you that those who turn to betrayal, to theft, to murder and treason, do so only because they are good men who have been led astray. I tell you only that all men begin as good men. What they are taught as children, what is expected of them as young men, is either the armor about that goodness or the flaw that allows evil in.

On those occasions when he had killed in the dark, he later needed to see his victims' faces because, in some unlit corner of his heart, he half expected to find his own face looking up at him, ice-white and dead-eyed. Deep down, the dream-victim had said, You know that you're already dead yourself, burnt out inside. You realize that you have far more in common with your victims after you've killed them than before.

There's lots of law these days, but not much justice. Celebrities murder their wives and go free. A mother kills her children, and the news people on TV say she's the victim and want you to send money to her lawyers. When everything's upside down like this, what fool just sits back and thinks justice will prevail?

Maybe it was this: The name of a person marked for murder is just a name, but the face makes real the cost of violence, for if we have the nerve to look, we can see in any face our own vulnerability.

Janie sat like a lump and waited. It was not death she feared. It was misunderstanding. If they made a verdict that she didn't want Tea Cake and wanted him dead, then that was a real sin and a shame. It was worse than murder.

Land occupied a space in white pride, and a white man without land was no better than the Black man he had enslaved or the Indian he had stolen from, through murder and connivance and a lack of sympathy. White men had laughed at the anguish of the displaced Creeks: sooner or later, every conqueror laughs at his victim. That's what makes victory sweet, and more than that, justified.

"Why did you kill her?" the policeman in the rear seat asked…. "They shoot horses, don't they?" I said.

Yet I murdered the lighthouse keeper, Botho August, and that is an equal part of how I think about myself.

Safe driving depends on good habits and instincts, since you don't have time to think in emergencies. That's why life is so dangerous on the left side of the road: the habits you've nurtured for as long as you've been driving are suddenly wrong. A simple right turn could be murder.

That murder on the orders of the head of government was the basis of the 'restoration of order' passed people by, was ignored, or – most generally – met with their approval.

What a place, George thought. Greasy, grim and ripe for murder.

The head had been impaled on a railing outside the Royal Courts of Justice in the Strand in the early hours of a cold November morning. There was a fine dusting of frost on the corpse's hair and eyelids which gave it a festive touch.

I was twenty-nine years old when I died. Died; I use the term loosely. I was murdered, but within the dictates of the law and with the full approval of the king, even though he was barely eighteen years at the time.