Quotes About Killing

They didn't call me the Executioner for nothing. So how did I end up being safer in the depths of the Circus of the Damned with the monsters than above ground with the humans? Because somewhere along the line, I didn't kill the monster I should have. That particular monster was gliding up the hallway ahead of me. And he still had the cutest butt I'd ever seen on a dead man.

The philosopher has never killed any priests, whereas the priest has killed a great many philosophers.

In our racist, sexist society, Christmas is the 8 hours when we stop killing each other and gratuitous over eating is encouraged so that the starving and other people in the world can die!

We are a society of notoriously unhappy people: lonely, anxious, depressed, destructive, dependent - people who are glad when we have killed the time we are trying so hard to save.

In the Congo, as in Russia, mass murder had a momentum of its own. Power is tempting, and in a sense no power is greater than the ability to take someone's life. Once under way, mass killing is hard to stop; it becomes a kind of sport, like hunting.

today's Namibia. The killing there was masked by no smokescreen of talk about philanthropy. It was genocide, pure and simple, starkly announced in advance.

the first global war began in 1754 with the killing of a French Canadian officer in America's backcountry. The slaying of Joseph Coulon de Villiers de Jumonville on May 28, 1754, forty miles south of the Forks of the Ohio (modern-day Pittsburgh), occurred at the hands of colonial and Indian fighters led by a young Virginia officer named George Washington.

La anciana descubrió que le gustaba. Le agradaba la sensación de asesinar. Se le ocurrió que matar podría ser un mal universalmente satisfactorio.

You know, Burke, I don't know which species is worse. You don't see them killing each other for a percentage.

He missed the way Londoners sounded as he killed them – like they were offended that anyone would even dare.

It's unavoidable: so long as we value money more highly than living beings and more highly than relationships, we will continue to see living beings as resources, and convert them to cash; objectifying, killing, extirpating. This is true whether we're talking about fish, fur-bearing mammals, Indians, day-laborers, and so on. If monetary value is attached to something it will be exploited until it's gone.

In our heart we know that life loves life. Yet we feast on some of the other life-forms with which we share our planet; we kill to live. Taste is what carries us across that rocky moral terrain, what makes the horror palatable, and the paradox we could not defend by reason melts into a jungle of sweet temptations.

He embarrassed the family," Jacky said at his sentencing hearing. "So you killed your own brother," the judge said. "Half brother," Jacky said. "What, maybe I should have only half killed him?" The judge maxed him out.

If you believe Life is sacred, you must also believe unnecessary killing is sacrilege.

Apparently, jumping as a means of killing oneself is usually chosen for convenience, which is why places like San Francisco, with its Golden Gate Bridge (the world's top suicide destination), are so popular.

I have never killed anyone - I realize that's not a statement most people ever have to make out loud but sometimes as a pilot you just do - but I would say the closest I got to it was just there and then specifically. I screamed back of course - I didn't know screams were contagious, but they are.

Sometimes we call these men domestic abusers when the victim is someone they know, but when they kill strangers to them, we just call these men crazy. Lone wolves. Unbalanced. But here's the thing - what is crazy about killing a woman in a culture that tells you women's lives are worth nothing?

Mes gavome dovan? ugn?, nes mumyse buvo kažkas dieviško. O dabar mes slepiame j?, nes žudome savyje t? dievišk? dalelyt?.

Through the years our business has been killing;—it was our first calling in life. Our knowledge of life is limited to death.

It keeps bobbing back disconcertingly, and then you are confronted by irreconcilable contrast: the skies of childhood and the science of killing, lost youth and the cynicism of knowledge gained too young.

I have watched them all day and they are the same men that we are. I believe that I could walk up to the mill and knock on the door and I would be welcome except that they have orders to challenge all travelers and ask to see their papers. It is only orders that come between us. Those men are not fascists. I call them so, but they are not. They are poor men as we are. They should never be fighting against us and I do not like to think of the killing.

You killed him for pride and because you are a fisherman. You loved him when he was alive and you loved him after. If you love him, it is not a sin to kill him. Or is it more?

But, thank God, they are not as intelligent as we who kill them; although they are more noble and more able.

You have killed? Robert Jordan asked. Yes. Several times. But not with pleasure. To me it is a sin to kill a man. Even fascists whom we must kill. Yet you have killed. Yes. And will again. But if I live later, I will try to live in such a way, doing no harm to any one, that it will be forgiven. By whom? Who knows? Since we do not have God here anymore, who forgives, I do not know.