Quotes About Killing

And killing time is perhaps the essence of comedy, just as the essence of tragedy is killing eternity.

If you go personally to war, you cross the line yourself. You sacrifice ideals for survival and the fury of killing. That alters you forever. That is why no one rushes to be a veteran. Think before you want to change so unalterably. The stakes are not merely one's life, but one's very humanity.

Killing is the payoff of war.

Most kings should be entertained because they lack talent except killing and scolding others.

And once the invasion begins? There's no knowing how and when, or even if, the bloodshed will ever end. Only that both sides will battle for justice, killing each other in the name of those freshly killed, honoring the men who died avenging those who, before them, died avenging.

Because that's how you become a bounty hunter. It's not that you like the killing work. That's just to begin with. It's that, in the end, you don't mind it. That's where vengeance leads. It leads to your own death even though you don't realize it. You're dead inside, except you're still walking around." Some

Yet you'd kill me if you could. Why, you have just tried! So why is your killing justified, and mine is not?

The shocked silence of last night had given way to mutterings which had become resignation, then calm acceptance: Uaithne had killed a Brigannon, yes, had plunged them all into a feud with another tribe that might be the death of them all before spring, but she was also Echraidhe, one of them, their sister, and her madness-if it was madness-was bright and proud and beautiful.

Those eyes saw everything. The green saw your heart, they said, the blue your mind, and the black…the black drank in wyrd and your woe so others would be safe. Killing was nothing to what thos eyes had seen.

Leifin was obsessed by perfection and possessions. It was an obsession that prevented her from seeing any difference between carving something beautiful and killing another thinking, feeling being for its fur.

But the Egyptian passion for violence, for killing the goose that lays the eggs- that's a different matter.

A professional soldier understands that war means killing people, war means maiming people, war means families left without fathers and mothers.

We dull your natural fear of strangers and of difference. We keep you from injuring or killing us or yourselves.

Humans had evolved from hierarchical life, dominating, often killing other life. Oankali had evolved from acquisitive life, collecting and combining with other life. To kill was not simply wasteful to the Oankali. It was as unacceptable as slicing off their own healthy limbs.

Ours is a world of nuclear giants and ethical infants. We know more about war that we know about peace, more about killing that we know about living.

I thought that in killing a dreaded adversary I might actually be bringing him happiness.

the one and only time in his career he'd been tempted to draw his weapon was when a swarm of gnats had descended on him in the motel parking lot. And what was so wrong about killing all the insects? Who cared if the frogs died with them? The only thing frogs were good for was keeping the insect population down, and clearly they were lousy at that.

It felt odd to have interrupted the life of someone she knew nothing about, to kill someone she had only just met, as though killing needed intimacy, deep knowledge of the other, to make it all right.

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves.

I killed a guy, maybe two. Possibly three. I have one power. Not two or three or four. Just one. I met a girl, and she changed everything.

Je m'appelle Rebecca et je vous aime. Je ne sus que répondre. — Voilà, m'expliqua-t-elle, ils vont vous tuer. Il faut que vous partiez dès ce soir. Je m'en occupe. Je suis officier de l'armée israélienne, et je n'ai pas de compte à rendre au commandant du camp. [...] Je vous aime, je vous aime. Je vous ferai appeler dans mon bureau ce soir à huit heures. Rompez!

Mistress Coyle agreed, and Simone set to work, planning the whole thing with the absolute focus on capturing a Spackle and sending it back with a message of peace. Which seems strange after we've killed so many of them to do it, but it's been obvious since the beginning that wars make no sense. You kill people to tell them you want to stop killing them.

Siempre hay que escuchar con escepticismo la justificación de los hombres que matan

That's a load of crap!" Conor shouted. "He didn't need to kill her. The people were behind him. They would have followed him anyway." The justifications of men who kill should always be heard with skepticism, said the monster. And so the injustice that I saw, the reason that I came walking, was for the queen, not the prince.