Quotes About Hostility

Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up. Fucker. Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.

Konkurrenz ist eine Sublimierung von Krieg.

Qhuinn took a step forward, with the intention of stepping in, in the event the Brother locked hands on the SOB's skinny neck: Someone should probably catch the head before it bounced all over their hosts' rugs. And the deadweight of the body. Seemed only hospitable.

she could have sworn the high-end Viking stove was glaring at her. The animosity was mutual.

and from that moment Buck hated him with a bitter and deathless hatred.

Two armies that fight each other is like one large army that commits suicide.

The brazen throat of war.

I have no further interest in the Czecho-Slovakian State, that is guaranteed. We want no Czechs

You burn a man's pickup, and he's ready for war.

The lamp of war is kindled here, not to be extinguished but by torrents of blood.

Defense is the first act of war.

In war everybody is a prisoner.

Men have periods; they're called wars.

Tension, in the long run, is a more dangerous force than any feud known to man.

...in war, they will kill some of us; we shall destroy all of them

Near a war is always not very near.

When you look at the beginning of the actual war, it's not hard to recognize that the Pakistanis were the ones to attack.

The human race is almost addicted to war. It's like we just can't stop.

One insult pocketed soon produces another.

The war of attrition against the Zionist enemy will never cease.

They were dealt with as in war, and they naturally employed the means that were used against them.

Sooner or later every war of trade becomes a war of blood.

There is no time to plan, there is no space to think. No respite. No forgiveness. There is only war.