Quotes About Killing

A true warrior," she said, "does not fight because he wishes to but because he has to. A man who yearns for war, a man who enjoys his killing, he is a brute and a monster. No matter how much glory he wins on the battlefield, that cannot erase the fact that he is no better than a rabid wolf who will turn on his friends and family as soon as his foes.

Teil on vägi, millega end kaitsta, seega pole tapmisele ainsatki vabandust, ükskõik, mida teie ründaja ka ei kavatseks — isegi kui ründaja on võlur.»

Of course it was terrible that men went to war and killed one another; but for that you had to blame nature, not the Budd family.

Her anger was a memory now. She didn't believe in bearing grudges. She believed in killing them where they lay.

Not that he regretted having killed the guy in Stockton. The one who'd been ready to shoot him over the five crumpled dollar bills in his jeans pocket. He was quite happy to have sent that particular home boy to hell.

How do you act like you've lost your soul?" Akiva asked. He meant it as a lighthearted question about a children's game, but when he heard himself say the words, he thought, Who knows better than I? You betray everything you believe in. You drown your grief in vengeance. You kill and keep killing until there's no one left.

Kindly confirm: If someone's evil, then killing them isn't murder. It's SLAYING, and not only legal but encouraged. Correct?

It's like a cotillion, this partners business, except with killing." "So, exactly like a cotillion," said Simon.

Really? Are you going to ask him to be your partner?" Isabelle asked. "It's like cotillion, this partners business, except with killing." "So, exactly like a cotillion," said Simon.

You're killing me because you want me to give a message to God for you?" Jace shook his head, the point of the blade scraping across his throat. "You're crazier than I thought

a bizarre footnote, in 2010 Julia Thomas's skull was unearthed in the garden of the broadcaster and naturalist Sir David Attenborough. A team of builders discovered the skull when they were excavating foundations for an extension, at the spot where the Rising Sun once stood. In July 2011, the West London coroner Alison Thompson formally identified the skull as belonging to Julia Thomas and recorded a verdict of unlawful killing.

All women who kill or have sexual obsessions or who are prostitutes have trouble with their fathers.

Then, yes. It's civilized. What a man eats, he should be willing to kill. It's not absolutely necessary that he do so, but he should at least be willing to face the reality of it. To eat a chicken only if it comes from the market is the height of cowardice and denial. Someone still had to kill it.

Thieves are not so bad, and killing wears all possible costumes. There is no death, no murder that is better than any other. If you can kill me, the manner hardly bears consideration. You want to kill your own father, and you think it will make your sleep easier for the next seventy years if you can say you did it honorably. But your honor is blackened by patricide, and no amount of high-sounding formalities will make it white again.

Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing. I

Love is what grown folk do to each other because the law frowns on killing.

For those suggesting criticisms of drone kills should wait until the election: that'd be reasonable if he stops killing until the election.

Our tactics must always reflect our goals. There is no such thing as killing for peace, strengthening people by making their decisions for them, or suppressing dissent to gain freedom.

We seem to be the only species on earth capable of killing for pleasure. The root of evil is not hate. It is ignorance.

What is an evil man? The man is evil who coerces obedience to his private ends, destroys beauty, produces pain, extinguishes life. It must be remembered that killing evil men is not equivalent to expunging evil, which is a relationship between a situation and an individual. A poisonous spore will grow only in a nutrient soil.

The power of men like me does not come solely from our ability to kill--which is no small talent in itself, true, but neither is it as rare as gold. No, the true source of our power is so obvious it sometimes goes unnoticed for what it is: our power comes from other men's lack of courage. There is even less courage in this world than here is talent for killing. Men like me rule because most men are faint of heart in the shadow of death.

Uncertainty is killing this economy.

That's just the way the world's going - everything has to be so instantly commercial that it kills anything that's a little bit underground instantly.

Thieves and liars kill indirectly, unintentionally, and with no other weapon than their tongues and malice.