Quotes About Murder

When I awoke the next morning I looked out at a landscape blotted out by mist and the first thought that came to me was, I wonder who is going to be killed today?

A body? Of a person? Dead?" "Bodies usually are. And this one was very dead indeed.

Classical Studies Question: What were the circumstances of Julius Caesar's death? Answer: Suspicious ones

Why, on to the castle, to kill the royal family, and claim the throne that isn't mine by right!

Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.

Shall I kill her now? Shall I not even investigate, but kill her and burn her? His throat moved. Such thoughts were a hideous testimony to the world he had accepted; a world in which murder was easier than hope.

How shall I typify what happened? Passion play? Somewhat. Weird tale? Indubitably. Horror story? Pretty close. Grotesque melodrama? Certainly. Black comedy? Your point of view will determine that. Perhaps it was a combination of them all... So, to the story. A chronicle of greed and cruelty, horror and rapacity, sadism and murder. Love, American style.

Tais pensamentos eram um testemunho hediondo do mundo que ele havia aceitado; um mundo no qual assassinar era mais fácil que ter esperanças.

We saw people -- they were so far away but we knew they were people, they were not cinders or the leaves of calendars; we saw people who had no alternatives but to consign their bodies -- their bodies, I say, but I mean their lives -- to the air, people who are loved, I believe, by God, even as I believe their murderers are loved by God. Falling.

He was dead, all right. He had been shot, poisoned, stabbed, and strangled. Either somebody had really had it in for him or four people had killed him. Or else it was the cleverest suicide I'd ever heard of.

He murdered Mary Dalton accidentally, without thinking, without plan, without conscious motive. But, after he murdered, he accepted the crime. And that's the important thing. It was the first full act of his life; it was the most meaningful, exciting and stirring thing that had ever happened to him. He accepted it because it made him free, gave him the possibility of choice, of action, the opportunity to act and to feel that his actions carried weight.

remember that men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread! And they can murder for it, too! Did we not build a nation, did we not wage war and conquer in the name of a dream to realize our personalities and to make those realized personalities secure!

Xander duckte sich instinktiv, als er das schneidende Geräusch hörte. Seine Augen folgten der Flugbahn des abgehackten Kopfes, der durch den Raum segelte. Kopf hoch, murmelte Xander.

Disturber shuffled his scroll. 'You have used magi for evil purposes, including twenty-three murders--' 'Self-defense!' Setne tried to spread his hands, but the ribbons restrained him. '--including one incident where you were paid to kill with magic,' Disturber said. Setne shrugged. 'That was self-defense for my employer.

No offense, kid, but I have a strong desire to murder your uncle with extreme prejudice." "No offense taken," I said. "I'm tempted to help you.

Murder and suicide aren't genetic ,' Julia said, scoffing sandwiches in the Black Swan in Helmsley after their visit to Rievaulx Terraces. 'Nathan isn't predisposed to tragedy.' Jackson wasn't so sure about that but he kept that thought to himself.

So let me get this straight, he said. After everything that's happened on this campus-the murder, the stalking, the kidnapping-you want to go up into the woods-by yourself, in the middle of the night, based on something a ghost in a dream told you-and dig a hole? Well when he put it that way...

Well, first murder, then shopping.

Since Pussy never had thought, nor would she think, that women shouldn't have abortions, she had to come to terms with the realization that to be human, and woman, includes the possibility and even the act of murder.

A girl my age had been murdered in these woods and I'd seen her last terrified moments, watched her bleed to death in this forest. A life like mine had ended here, and it didn't matter how many times I'd seen deaths in movies, it wasn't the same, and I wasn't ever going to forget it.

And they certainly wouldn't take you along to a murder. That would be irresponsible parenting.

Whether he killed her or scavenged her remains, he's a man-eater now, so he can't stay. I just don't want to jump to the conclusion he's the killer and overlook the possibility she was--" Daniel's arm nudged mine. A subtle gesture that could be accidental, but when you've been friends this long, you know when you're being told to shut up.

I'm not disallowing the possibility that I could commit murder, under extreme circumstances. But falling into a honey trap? Unknowingly fathering a child? Absolutely not.

The witch knew who had killed her and she snatched pieces of time, here and there, from the business of dying, to make her revenge.