Quotes About Murder

I know they will murder him," she said, "and then when it is too late they will find out what they have done!

Oh, papa, what will he say to you? I don't think he can eat me, my dear; nor will he dare even to murder me. I daresay he would if he could.

George Vavasor cursed the City, and made his calculation about murdering it. Might not a river of strychnine be turned on round the Exchange about luncheon time

How could a man fix his attention on any book, with a charge of murder against himself affirmed by the deliberate decision of a judge?

By God!" said Mr. Wharton, rising from his chair suddenly, "if there were money to be made by it, I believe that he would murder you without scruple

She could probably kill Jaydra, and the other woman would manage to come back from the dead to critique her technique.

There were no mysterious murders to baffle the police and to arouse in a million breasts the moral indignation that was often suppressed envy.

If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive.

A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon? There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

My horror at his crimes was lost in my admiration at his skill.

You're too late. She's my wife. No, she's your widow. His revolver cracked, and I saw the blood spurt from the front of Woodley's waistcoat. He spun round with a scream and fell upon his back, his hideous red face turning suddenly to a dreadful mottled pallor.

A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon. There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it. And now for lunch, and then for Norman Neruda. Her attack and her bowing are splendid. What's that little thing of Chopin's she plays so magnificently: Tra-la-la-lira-lira-lay.

Lying across his chest was a curious weapon, a shotgun with the barrel sawed off a foot in front of the triggers. It was clear that this had been fired at close range and that he had received the whole charge in the face, blowing his head almost to pieces. The triggers had been wired together, so as to make the simultaneous discharge more destructive.

Un estudio en escarlata, ¿eh? ¿Por qué no hemos de emplear un poco el argot artístico? Nos encontramos con el hilo rojo del asesinato enzarzado en la madeja incolora de la vida, y nuestro deber consiste en desenmarañarlo, aislarlo y poner a la vista hasta la última pulgada.

There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and

There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colorless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.

Nos encontramos con el hilo rojo del asesinato enroscado en la madeja incolora de la vida, y nuestro deber consiste en desenmascararlo, aislarlo y exponerlo hasta la última pulgada.

I am going to put death in all their food and watch them die." Constance stirred, and the leaves rustled. "The way you did before?" she asked. It had never been spoken of between us, not once in six years. "Yes," I said after a minute, "the way I did before.

Legend had it that the word Mafia was coined after an incident where a young girl was raped and murdered, and her anguished mother ran into the night screaming for her daughter, 'Ma fia! Ma fia!

Every man has a right over his own life and war destroys lives that were full of promise; it forces the individual into situations that shame his manhood, obliging him to murder fellow men, against his will." Sigmund Freud wrote to Albert Einstein

The very emphasis of the commandment: Thou shalt not kill, makes it certain that we are descended from an endlessly long chain of generations of murderers, whose love of murder was in their blood as it is perhaps also in ours.

In tal modo era taciuta l'uccisione di Dio, ma un crimine la cui espiazione richiedeva che una vittima fosse immolata non poteva esser stato che un omicidio.

But, goodness me, poor Theresa! What a dreadful thing to happen in Smithy's Loam!' 'Or anywhere,' Mrs Pargeter observed mildly. She knew that its residents tended to see Smithy's Loam as the centre of the universe, but murder did remain a relatively offensive crime even in other parts of the world.