Quotes About Murder

See what a rent the envious Casca made.

William Shakespeare

O, my offence is rank, it smells to heaven It hath the primal eldest curse upon 't, A brother's murder.

Out, damned spot out, I say

They came up with a civil rights bill in 1964, supposedly to solve our problem, and after the bill was signed, three civil rights workers were murdered in cold blood. And the FBI head, Hoover, admits that they know who did it, they've known ever since it happened, and they've done nothing about it. Civil rights bill down the drain.

I would like that very much. You have a bargain, lady. I will find you here among the lost souls, trapped women, and birds. I find that my own state has improved, if only slightly. Where I was once likely to travel in the presence of a murder of crows, I find I will only be burdened by an unkindness of ravens. It gives me heart." - A. E. Poe in Nevermore

Of course, we can't ask them, because murder victims are notoriously tight-lipped.

How come joggers always seem to be the ones to find bodies? Makes me glad I don't exercise.

Critical to the credence given in the West to official Russian explanations was an inability to accept the idea that the Yeltsin regime would murder hundreds of its own citizens and terrify the nation to hold on to power. This refusal to believe the unbelievable, however, came at a cost. It crippled Western policy toward Russia, rendering it naïve and ineffectual. From the moment Putin took power, the West maintained an image of Russia that bore no relation to reality.

Christianity spurs hate, division, and murder as it has throughout history.

It is not a look of horror, consternation, or even distress. More often than not, the last visage of a murdered man resembles that of a flustered schoolchild to whom the logic of a simple equation has just been revealed.

The Benevolent Vampires were mainly about preventing murder, sure, but every new recruit was offered a few justifiable homicides. To get it out of their system. To make the world a better place by getting rid of some of those people that just needed killing. Wife abusers, child abusers, rapists, Republicans—your basic scum of the earth.

Mr Erstwhile was found lying on the floor of his surgery in a huge pool of blood. The dental probe was embedded deep in his heart…

But how had he died? Zoe knew that Gingernut was very young, even in hamster years. Could this be a hamster murder? she wondered. But what kind of person would want to murder a defenceless little hamster? Well, before this story is over, you will know. And you will also know that there are people capable of doing much, much worse. The most evil man in the world is lurking somewhere in this very book. Read on, if you dare…

Society is nothing more than people cooperating with other people they'd much rather murder.

I said, "And then, when those all-American Joes get out and some of them fucking turn into monsters? What happens then?" Amy said, "Then we will once again err on the side of not letting people be murdered. You take the choice in front of you, and then you keep picking the non-murder choices as long as you can.

A "deadly cat and mouse game" began, the American science writer Deborah Blum has noted, as murderers deployed new poisons and scientists raced to find ways to catch them.

The entire plan was there in shimmering hot pink ink. "It looks like a My Little Pony murder plot," Mary Alice said. "Jesus, is that glitter?" "I like it," Natalie said loyally. "I find it hard to take us seriously as agents of vengeance when our plot looks like a kindergarten craft project.

A lady had no business going around not murdering people when she had excellent motive, plausible means, and the correct temperament. Elspeth was decisive, physically strong, and by her own admission capable of coaxing along a seedling of a grudge until it flowered. "How dare she be innocent." I muttered. "It is most inconsiderate.

It was entirely possible that Lorenzo's companion that dreadful night was still at large, killing Beatrice to protect himself, eliminating her before she could eliminate him. Or her, I realised with a start. I turned feverishly through the pages again until I came to the sketches of the missing bones from Lorenzo's fossil. And I knew precisely where I had seen them before.

Once, I had to drive Oliver to soccer, was ten minutes late, and learned that there had apparently been a misprint in the Bible on the Ten Commandments thing: Thou shalt not murder, thou shalt not commit adultery, thou shalt not be late to soccer. My father was so pissed, I practically had to get the lightning bolt surgically removed from my back.

A jealous husband is an ugly thing.

I could buy that she would murder me in a fit of rage, poison me out of flaming jealousy, or bomb my car out of sheer, stubborn pique. But she would never do it and feel nothing.

Mortals are easily tempted to pinch the life out of their neighbor's buzzing glory, and think that such killing is no murder.