Quotes About Kill

I was already obsessed. The test had offended me by giving me questions I couldn't answer. I intended to kill it.

In fairy tales, love strikes like lightning. In real life, lightning burns. It can even kill you.

Their mission achieved, Princip and Cabrinovic both tried to commit suicide, but the cyanide in the capsules they carried had oxidized and failed to kill them.

I did not join the resistance movement to kill people, to kill the nation. Look at me now. Am I a savage person? My conscience is clear.

I do get invitations all of the time to play actual fantasy football, by the way, but I get the feeling that I'd like it too much. I have enough demands on my time. My fans would kill me.

To say that you can kill in the name of God is blasphemy.

His strength was enormous, and so was the burning need to kill this man. He'd felt this way on more than one occasion. The drive was an actual need, like breathing, consuming him, almost taking him out of his body so that the rage was a separate entity.

He was a machine, not feeling the grueling effects on his muscles as he made the slow crawl between targets, but the longer he was in the field, moving from kill to kill, the more he felt eyes on him.

Even if you kill them, Whitney will send others." "Maybe. Maybe not. Sometimes he backs off." He rinsed off her shoulders and back. She sighed and reached out to capture water in her cupped hand and then watch it slowly fall into the tub. "I just want you to talk to them first, Ezekiel. I don't think they'd endanger anyone else here . . .

She saw it all. Every dark, dangerous deed. Every dark, ugly kill. Every law he had broken. But most of all she saw his greatness.

He'd grown up a criminal. A man who hurt others. A man who destroyed the lives of others. A man who killed. That was who and what he was, and no matter how hard he tried to climb out of that world of blood and treachery, there was no getting out. Never. He didn't have much to live for.

His cousin would be immediately suspicious she was an assassin come to kill him. He wouldn't have minded so much. His cat was content, and at that moment so was he. It would have been a good moment to go out.

We too have unalterable convictions. We too have principles we're willing to fight for, die for, kill for if you like or if you insist. Don't mistake our pluralism, our tolerance and our multiculturalism for weaknesses. We have convictions and principles and we can be offended as well, we can be offended.

Blessed with the Beta Male imagination, he spent much of his life squinting into the future so he might spot ways in which the world was conspiring to kill him...

I do not believe I ever would have the courage to fight a duel. If any man should wrong me to the extent of my being willing to kill him, I would not be willing to give him the choice of weapons with which it should be done, and of the time, place and distance separating us, when I executed him.

The bodies of two murdered women have been found this week. For the record, I didn't kill either of them.

And of course Tom's dad lives there, in Eyam, so he could kill two birds with one stone.

El adjetivo, cuando no da vida, mata.

As for us, we respect the past here and there, and we spare it, above all, provided that it consents to be dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack it, and we try to kill it.

We ourselves respect the past in certain instances and in all cases grant it clemency, provided it consents to being dead. If it insists on being alive, we attack and try to kill it.

Some old spacers stay away from wrecks. These old-timers believe the wrecks are haunted—not by the dead crew, but by old science, the kind that could kill us because we don't understand it.

It's about soldiers who don't think for themselves, they just follow orders. The song got him into a lot of trouble. Like what? Ironically, he was banned from Ghana. And because of the song, the very soldiers he spoke out against were ordered to kill his mother. Did they? The zombies did.

Hello, I'm a human. My job is to hunt things and hope that my egotism soars after I kill countless creatures that didn't stand a chance against running away, or harming me, in the first place....Also, I stink of week old carcass.

We live in a time of terror, and contrary to what we see on television and allow ourselves to believe, the real goal of terror is not to kill people but to kill thought; to so demoralize a society that it implodes from within.