Quotes About Murder

You come from a race that spends more time murdering your own kind than do all the immortals put together, yet you insist you are better than us.

It would seem it was one thing to be murdered, another to be humiliated.

Seldom had a potential murderess been so reverenced and pitied by his victim.

Brooding on murder had turned their brains to milk.

Well, if you wake up intending to murder someone at two o'clock, you hardly think what you're going to feed the corpse for dinner.

If Slater were someone else, Kevin would merely be the poor victim of a horrible plot. Unless he was killed by Slater, in which case he would be the dead victim of a horrible plot

The world had made an agreement with fear to keep it safe, but that safety was a lie wielded like a sword, turning the world into a sea of blood. Humanity had been murdering itself for a very long time. Only love could cast out that fear.

BoneMan still had his back to him and was turning with a stunned stare. The head of the sledgehammer landed on the side of the man's head with a sickening crack.

If the uprising in Baltimore was evidence of disillusionment with mainstream politics on the left, then Dylann Roof's vicious murder of nine Black parishioners was proof of the same phenomenon on the right.

I must have the footprint of fresh disaster on my face. They listen to my troubles like they're a couple of capos and I'm talking murder.

Rosa!" Sally says. "The police are here to help you, not to hear a lecture on comparative murder rates.

Why, when he'd been a kid . . . The mail coach arrived before Corvolo had a chance to tell Poldarn the complete history of his life, which was probably just as well. Corvolo had an amazing memory and could recall trivial conversations from thirty years ago, apparently word for word. If the coach had been even a quarter of an hour late, Poldarn was sure he'd have murdered the old man.

I am a fan of crime investigative series.

I just shot John Lennon.

Redrum' - that joint hard. It's one of my best.

What a terrible time this is to be a Christian. The churches have failed and betrayed us, and the ministry preaches hate and murder. If there is a sane and reasoning voice in the Christian church today it is sadly silent.

Redd turned to her assassins. "What is it I always say?" The Cat, Sacrenoir, and the others bandied uncertain glances about. "Don't be stupid?" ventured Alistaire. "I should kill you now?" offered The Cat. "Do I have to murder everyone myself?" tried Siren. "No, idiots! When in doubt, go for the head. That's what I always say.

We're family," Alyss said. Redd snorted. "Is that supposed to mean something?" Family," Alyss said again, trying to convince herself more than Redd. Don't talk to me about family! You were never disowned by your parents!" I'd rather have been disowned by them then see them murdered.

One murder makes a villain, millions a hero.

Killing one person makes you a murderer. Killing a million people makes you a king. Killing them all makes you God.

Now, if this were a murder mystery, and I were a weird Belgian guy with a big mustache, this is the point where I would suddenly stop dead, drop my tiny glass of chocolate liqueur, and say something like "But no! But I have been an imbecile! Imbécile!" And then you'd have to wait another fifty pages or so to find out exactly what the hell I had been talking about. But I won't do that to you. The salutation

If there is no objective morality then love is no better than murder.

In the fawning soul of the mob everything is justified by the victorious employment of force. It transfigures treachery, desertion, murder, lying, and any kind of rascality, turning them into wholesome necessities which the servile people accept and swiftly forget as a child does a bitter medicine.

It is only in love and murder that we still remain sincere.