Quotes About Murder

You know, there's still guys in my department who think the murder really happened? I tell them the truth, and they act like I'm trying to stir things up, a black woman cop handing out race cards.

You don't strangle someone in self-defense. You murdered her. You stole her little girl. How old was she? Two? Two and a half?

If it weren't for greed, intolerance, hate, passion and murder, you would have no works of art, no great buildings, no medical science, no Mozart, no Van Gough, no Muppets and no Louis Armstrong.

If it weren't for greed, intolerance, hate, passion and murder, you would have no works of art, no great buildings, no medical science, no Mozart, no Van Gogh, no Muppets and no Louis Armstrong.

Pensare disse Caderousse, lasciando cadere la mano sulla carta pensare che qui c'è un modo di uccidere un uomo più sicuramente che se lo si aspettasse all'angolo di un bosco per assassinarlo! Ho sempre avuto più paura di una penna , di una boccetta d'inchiostro e di un foglio di carta che di una spada o di una pistola

Just as certainly as the false gods of paganism demanded the bloody sacrifice of children, so the idolatrous ideologies demand blood. Push any ideology far enough and you will find violence, murder, mayhem, and genocide. This is because idealogues live for an idea—they do not live for life—and any ideology that does not put life first will invariably put it last.

If the history of humanity were the clinical case history of a single human being, the diagnosis would have to be: chronic paranoid delusions, a pathological propensity to commit murder and acts of extreme violence and cruelty against his perceived "enemies"—his own unconsciousness projected outward. Criminally insane, with a few brief lucid intervals.

If the history of humanity were the clinical case history of a single human being, the diagnosis would have to be: chronic paranoid delusions, a pathological propensity to commit murder and acts of extreme violence and cruelty against his perceived enemies - his own unconsciousness projected outwards.

As he dropped the last grisly fragment of the dismembered and mutilated body into the small vat of nitric acid that was to devour every trace of the horrid evidence which might easily send him to the gallows, the man sank weakly into a chair and throwing his body forward upon his great, teak desk buried his face in his arms, breaking into dry, moaning sobs.

I have been taught by misery, he said. He had learned that no crime was beyond atonement, that even he, defiled by a mother's murder, could be made clean again.

When they smile, I see blood trickling down their faces; I see their insidious purposes; I see that the object of all their cajoling is—blood! I now warn my countrymen to beware of these execrable philosophers, whose only object it is to destroy every thing that is good here, and to establish immorality and murder by precept and example—'Hic niger est hunc tu Romane caveto' ['Such a man is evil; beware of him, Roman'. Horace, Satires I. 4. 85.].

Well, my dear fellow, if you say so. But who is the Botticelli murderer?' 'I don't know.' 'But you must know by now, my dear fellow,' said the Major plaintively. 'We're practically at the end of the book.' All

To be famous, in fact, one has only to kill one's landlady.

What then is capital punishment but the most premeditated of murders, to which no criminal's deed, however calculated it may be, can be compared For there to be an equivalence, the death penalty would have to punish a criminal, who had warned his victim of the date at which he would inflict a horrible death on him, and who from that moment onward had confined him at his mercy for months. Such a monster is not encountered in private life.

There are always reasons for murdering a man. But there is no justification for his existence.

He who joyfully marches to music rank and file, has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice. This disgrace to civilization should be done away with at once. Heroism at command, how violently I hate all this, how despicable and ignoble war is; I would rather be torn to shreds than be a part of so base an action. It is my conviction that killing under the cloak of war is nothing but an act of murder.

The most shocking fact about war is that its victims and its instruments are individual human beings, and that these individual beings are condemned by the monstrous conventions of politics to murder or be murdered in quarrels not their own.

John Wayne Gacy is obsessively fond of defending his innocence, which is imaginary. On March 12, 1980, he was convicted in Chicago of killing thirty-three boys. The murders took place between 1972 and 1978, when he was caught and arrested. No one else in America has ever been convicted of killing so many people. Twenty-seven of the bodies were buried in a crawl space beneath the house where Gacy lived,

He seemed to be a genuinely kind man—when he wasn't killing. —Helen Morrison, M.D., referring to Ed Gein in her book My Life Among the Serial Killers

Your love is like murder.

Surely until all of us own and honor one another's dead, until we have admitted to our murders and forgiven one another and ourselves for what we have done, there can be no truce, no dignity and no peace.

War is organized murder and torture against our brothers.

The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even to murder, with the truth.

The truth is often a terrible weapon of aggression. It is possible to lie, and even murder with the truth.