Quotes About Murder

De la alcoba salía un olor a carne quemada tan intenso que casi le hizo vomitar. Al pie de la cama había un cadáver que aún humeaba. De la mano que intentara empuñar a Zemal quedaba tan solo quedaban tan solo los huesos de dos dedos ; el resto eran cenizas.

Be as vigilantly on guard against translating such a sentence into the passive voice as you would against committing murder.

She went to get the revolver, which had long since been loaded by a most considerate Providence, and when she held it in her hand, weighty as a phallus in action, she realised she was big with murder, pregnant with a corpse.

The room marked with a cross is not where the murder was committed, but the one that I occupy.

Karim s'adossa au mur, pris d'un vertige. Puis il scruta sa montre. Il avait bien tué deux heures. Mais ces heures l'avaient tué en retour.

Her hatred is a living succubus, vast enough and quick enough and wicked enough to crest up from her heart and take wing, to expand across the hundreds of miles between them, to engulf the whole city of Acapulco, to veil the room in which he's standing, to overshadow him and overcome him, to slip into his mouth and choke him from the inside out. She hates him so much she can murder him from sixteen hundred miles away, just by wishing for it.

But now the cartels murdered a Mexican journalist every few weeks, and Lydia recoiled from her husband's integrity. It felt sanctimonious, selfish. She wanted Sebastián alive more than she wanted his strong principles.

The depth of her feeling surprises her, because how can she have any leftover grief available for other people, for Paola's murdered nephew? But there it is—an anguish that makes her feel hollow in the bones, despair for a beautiful boy Lydia never met.

These people have served a longer sentence than some people who have committed murder. (describing the jury in the OJ Simpson murder trial)

In East Orange, initiations were completed by murdering someone, for no other reason than to prove to a tremendously cold, tremendously tight brotherhood that you possessed the hardness required to watch their backs.

Mutilated corpses with a chance of afternoon showers. I got dressed and went to work.

to make of this murder? Fundamentalists see in that willingness to kill innocents confirmation of Romans 13:1. This snippet of Paul's best-known epistle is a key verse for the Christian Right: "For there is no power but of God; the powers that be are ordained of God." Obeying one's superiors, according to this logic, is an act of devotion to the God

it's crazy to think he wouldn't call the police. But I despise him. I don't care how irrational it is; if my mind worked normally, I wouldn't have killed eight people for the fun of it.

The chef grabs the guy's wife/girlfriend by the hair, bashes her down on the table, and slams the meat cleaver into the back of her neck. I don't think she even ordered a turkey sandwich!

I want you to kill the man that my husband hired to kill the man that I hired to kill my husband.

If I were you, I would never tell ugly stories about ingenious ways of killing people, for you never can tell but that someone at the table may be tired of his or her nearest and dearest.

Si moría esa noche, sólo ella sabría el horror de su muerte y el horror de su vida frente al asesino que la acechaba desde el rincón más remoto de su memoria.

A murder shared with many others, which is not only safe and permitted, but indeed recommended, is irresistible to the great majority of men.

How are we ever to disarm evil and abolish death as a means to an end? How are we ever to break the cycle of violence and rage? Can terror coexist with justice? Does murder call for murder, despair for revenge? Can hate engender anything but hate?

How are we ever to disarm evil and abolish death as a means to an end? How are we ever to break the cycle of violence and rage? Can terror coexist with justice? Does murder call for murder, despair for revenge? Can hate engender anything but hate? The

There is nothing sacred, nothing uplifting, in hatred or in death. In this story, which calls religious and cultural ideas into question, I evoke the ultimate violence: murder. It aims to put on guard all of those who, in the name of their faith or of some ideal, commit cruel acts of terrorism against innocent victims. And yet

Why then was he taking her? Was it merely for his own amusement- or was it for some other, more sinister reason? After all, only two days before she'd seen him kill a footman in cold blood. Of course Cal had tried to kill the duke in a particularly awful and vicious way. But then afterward the duke had kissed her as she'd never been kissed in all her life. His tongue had tasted of wine and sin and she'd wanted to moan and rub herself against him as he'd tilted her back over his arm.

I would not be at all surprised to find that it was for gold that Cain committed the first murder. (It happened a very long time ago, and Holy Writ, though no doubt divinely inspired, is a trifle careless about details. God is not a historian).

As someone very sagely said during the parricide trials of the Menendez Brothers: anytime your kids kill you, you are at least partly to blame.