Quotes About Murder

was dead. He had taken the Winchester's

The Nazis took bullies and bums and made them heroes. In exchange, the bums gave absolute obedience. There was no qualm or remorse or inner conflicts of conscience when Schreiker was asked to destroy a synagogue or murder

Quién cierra los ojos de un asesino? Hasta el Día del Juicio seguirán abiertos y mirarán fijos en la oscuridad

It seems very pretty,' she said when she had finished it, 'but it's RATHER hard to understand!' (You see she didn't like to confess, even to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) 'Somehow it seemed to fill my head with ideas - only I don't know exactly what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate -

Somebody killed something: that's clear, at any rate

You may charge me with murder - Or want of sense (We are all of us weak at times): But the slightest approach to a false pretence Was never among my crimes!

Naughty John, Naughty John, does his work with his apron on. Cuts your throat and takes your bones, sells 'em off for a coupla stones.

The police have asked for my help. There's been a murder. A murder! Oh, my. Let me just change my shoes, Evie said excitedly. It won't be a minute.

Los asesinatos eran una razón más para pasar la noche bebiendo y bailando. Eran muy buenos para los negocios.

Murder was just another reason to drink

When they reached Fairhaven, Jubal rushed out to collect her. "I knew you shouldn't have gone to that ole trial, Miss Emma," fussed Jubal. "I tried to tell Mr. Steven that. You's makin' a baby, you can't go gallivantin' all over the parish—" Emma might have smiled if her husband hadn't been accused of a murder he didn't commit. As it was, she just let Jubal prattle. She

He was floating with his head down, blood streaming from a bullet hole in the back of his neck.

The ghost accused the widow's new husband of having murdered her old one (himself), leaving Moschion in anguish about what to do. Obviously the rest of the play concerned Moschion's frustrated efforts to get the ghost into court as a witness.

Not the cute kind of cuckoo, or the lights-on-but-nobody's-home loony. She's really, genuinely, sold my-soul-to-the-devil crazy. She don't care about me or anyone else in the place. I mean, sure, she killed Frankie. And maybe she wanted to save the rest of us or whatever. But mostly, she just plain wanted to kill him. I mean, she stabbed him like a zillion times. Then licked his blood. I don't remember Wonder woman ever doing that at the end of an episode.

Mr. Bosu began to get truly resentful. If killing was so damn easy, his employer should do it himself. Honest to God, a little murder and mayhem wasn't everything it was cracked up to be.

Basically, that snapshot the smart fridge took to help you figure out what fruit to buy might also include a view of your ex-husband's dead body, which you'd planned on burying later in the day with the shovel Alexa had ordered for you from Amazon.

The same camera that photographs a murder scene can photograph a beautiful society affair at a big hotel.

When once a certain class of people has been placed by the temporal and spiritual authorities outside the ranks of those whose life has value, then nothing comes more naturally to men than murder.

My pacifism is an instinctive feeling, a feeling that possesses me because the murder of men is disgusting. My attitude is not derived from any intellectual theory but is based on my deepest antipathy to every kind of cruelty and hatred.

Toward the end of 1837, a murder shook the nation. On November 7, a mob in Alton, Illinois, killed Elijah P. Lovejoy, owner of the Alton Observer, an abolitionist newspaper.

no offense is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behavior. Murder kills only the individual--and after all, what is an individual? With a sweeping gesture he indicated the rows of microscopes, the test tubes, the incubators. We can make a new one with the greatest ease-- as many as we like. Unorthodoxy threatens more than the life of a mere individual; it strikes at Society itself.

His intellectual eminence carries with it corresponding moral responsibilities. The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better that one should suffer than that many should be corrupted. . . Murder kills only the individual - and, after all, what is an individual?

I know. But that is all the more reason for severity. His intellectual eminence carries with it corresponding moral responsibilities. The greater a man's talents, the greater his power to lead astray. It is better that one should suffer than that many should be corrupted. Consider the matter dispassionately, Mr. Foster, and you will see that no offence is so heinous as unorthodoxy of behaviour. Murder kills only the individual-- and, after all, what is an individual?

Murder kills only the individual.