Quotes About Killing

Human beings could hate to the point of killing whom they hated, based on class and race and politics and religion and mere envy.

It was cat's blood, used in a variety of rituals. Once a week, always at a different pet store or animal pound, he bought or "adopted" a cat, brought it home, killed it, and drained it to maintain a fresh supply of blood.

Untuk segala sesuatu ada masanya. Ada waktu untuk membunuh dan ada waktu untuk menyembuhkan.

Por supuesto. —Echó un trago—. El mundo es violento, Patrick. La gente disfruta matando. Porque… —Les da poder —dijo Oscar. —Exactamente —reconoció Devin—. Tiene que haber algo en ello que te hace sentir la hostia de bien. Todo ese poder… —Se encogió de hombros—. Pero ¿para qué te explicamos esto si tú ya lo sabes?

Soldiers manage by dividing themselves. They're one man in the killing, another at home, and the man that dandles his bairn on his knee has nothing to do wi' the man who crushed his enemy's throat with his boot, so he tells himself, sometimes successfully.

A man killed with a musket was just as dead as one killed with a mortar. It was just that the mortar killed impersonally, destroying dozens of men, while the musket was fired by one man who could see the eyes of the one he killed. That made it murder, it seemed to me, not war. How many men to make a war? Enough, perhaps, so they didn't really have to see each other?

It's the anonymity of the war that makes the killing possible. When the nameless dead are named again on tombstone and on cenotaph, then they regain the identity they lost as soldiers, and take their place in grief and memory, the ghosts of sons and lovers.

It's the anonymity of war that makes the killing possible. When the nameless dead are named again on tombstone and on cenotaph, then they regain the identity they lost as soldiers, and take their place in grief and memory, the ghosts of sons and lovers.

Is adult entertainment killing our children? or is killing our children entertaining our adults?

The critics never see my role as it is - as a man protecting his garden killing poisonous snakes. Instead, they say it's just me again committing violence.

All the great Shakespeare plays are about killing. 'Alas, poor Yorick,' that's about death. And in 'Romeo and Juliet' everyone up ends up dying. The greatest dramas in the world are all about sex, violence and death.

When a violent minority that crosses color lines comes to believe that killing those you know or do not know is a reasonable solution to problems, we are in need of another vision.

The !Kung are strongly set against violence, and accord it no honor. To have to fight is to have failed to find a solution by wiser means... "Fighting is dangerous—someone might get killed".

The point here is that there is as much disinformation and as little insight concerning the nature of killing coming from the media as from any other aspect of our society.

There can be no doubt that this resistance to killing one's fellow man is there and that it exists as a result of a powerful combination of instinctive, rational, environmental, hereditary, cultural, and social factors. It is there, it is strong, and it gives us cause to believe that there just may be hope for mankind after all.

The hearts of men are hard as stone. The man has no need of the tear. The man has no need of the lie. The man has no weakness. The man kills. The man dies. That is the boon and the burden of the man.

I was your cure, you were my disease. I was saving you, but you were killing me.

You see,' [Armand] said, 'killing other vampires is very exciting; that is why it is forbidden under penalty of death.

...there was a difference between killing for nourishment and killing for curiosity or sport.

And he goes around killing people?" said Mort. He shook his head. "There's no justice."Death sighed. No, he said... there's just me.

Lust is a poor, weak, whimpering, whispering thing compared with that richness and energy of desire which will arise when lust has been killed.

Lack of education turns soldiers into killing machines.

Let me say it openly: we are surrounded by an enterprise of degradation, cruelty, and killing which rivals anything that the Third Reich was capable of, indeed dwarfs it, in that ours is an enterprise without end, self-regenerating, bringing rabbits, rats, poultry, livestock ceaselessly into the world for the purpose of killing them.

Reece nodded, remembering all that his friends had done to help him avenge his family and his Team. There had been an emptiness to those killings. Born of pure rage, their purpose had been death unto itself. What he'd done since Freddy tracked him down in Mozambique had been different. The purpose of the killing he'd done on this new mission had been life.