Quotes About Kill

That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?

I do have my dark days. I suppose everyone does. The difference is that most people don't kill their husbands with an axe.

Children are God's or nature's practical joke on couples—that which is produced by passion then proceeds to nearly kill it.

Aggravation or stress kills—as do many other things in life, such as cigarettes. But stress is worse than cigarettes. Cigarettes at least give some pleasure before they cause the premature death of about one out of every three smokers. Aggravation, on the other hand, only provides pain and probably kills more people than cigarettes.

There is an oath upon her, he said to Arch, and I realized dimly that he was still speaking in Gaelic, though I understood him clearly. She may not kill, save it is for mercy or her life. It is myself who kills for her.

Damn you, Sassenach! his voice said, from a very great distance. His voice was choked with passion. Dam you! I swear if ye die on me, I'll kill you!

It's a terrible thing, to think it might be me that would be the threat, that I could kill you with my love-but it's true.

There is an oath upon her," he said to Arch, and I realized dimly that he was still speaking in Gaelic, though I understood him clearly. "She may not kill, save it is for mercy or her life. It is myself who kills for her." "And I," said a tall figure behind him, softly. Ian. Arch

Only a raid, Sassenach. I've been doin' that since I was fourteen. It's only in fun, ye see; it's different when you're up against someone who really means to kill ye." "Fun," I said, a little faintly. "Yes, quite.

What the devil did ye tell me for, ye wee idiot?" he said under his breath, urging his horse up into a gallop. "What did ye think I'd do?" Just what ye damn well did was the answer. John hadn't resisted, hadn't fought back. "Go ahead and kill me," the wee bugger had said. A fresh spurt of rage curled Jamie's hands as he imagined all too well doing just that.

She crouched with her hand out. What the hell was she doing… "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty." Oh my God, she was retarded and I was going to kill Jim.

When someone is beyond help, when there is no hope, it's a choice. When we know for certain, when the dogs warn us that a child is turning , it's still a choice.- -A choice between what and what?- -What do you think? If you were turning, if you knew that you'd try to kill your friends, people you loved...are you telling me that you'd choose to become one of them ?- -Between what and what?- Where there was life, there was hope.

I'm not going to fight them, you fool. I'm going to kill them. - Malus Darkblade.

Always make sure your enemy is dead. If you must fight an Ultramarine, pray you kill him. If he is still alive, then you are dead. 'You are dead, Lorgar. You are dead. You are dead.

The Malus Codicum. It was an infernal book, thrice damned. I knew of no other copy in existence. One half of the Inquisition would kill me to get their hands on it, the other half would burn me for having it in my possession.

man can survive ...he can kill and be twisted and broken and desperate and insane and fuck barnyard pets in the dark and wear a dress if he chooses, and hate and destroy everything that's beautiful, and wish for death for himself and others with every breath, and still be a perfect child of God.

The opposition remained maddeningly opaque. Intelligence people scratched their heads. A January 25, 2004, count of detainees totaled 9,754. Casualty estimates ran to at least that number. So, essentially, the U.S. and its partners had captured and killed the entire insurgency. Yet the bad guys were still out there.

Religious liberty doesn't include encouraging a fellow American to engage in violent jihad and kill an American here. That is not protected free speech. That is not protected religious belief.

It's the advantage of the virus to spread, and you can only spread when you infect people and they infect other people without necessarily killing them. So if you had 100 percent mortality, the potential pandemic would almost self-eliminate itself.

Please," Meg whispered. "I don't want any trouble here." He released his hold on her. As though she might say something further, she parted her lips slightly. Then she walked out of the church. "Touch her again, and I'll kill you," Daniel said. Clay wondered if he should tell her brother that he'd be doing him a favor if he killed him… because his heart had just died.

This woman is a stranger, and your wives will surely kill her because of that alone.

Fear might stop some people from committing murder, but he knew for certain fear was what drove most people to kill. It was what nested below all the other emotions. It was what twisted and turned the other emotions into something sick. It was an alchemist and could turn daylight into night, joy into despair. Fear, once taken root, blocked the sun. And Gamache knew what grew in that darkness. He searched for it every day.

No. The real danger in a garden came from the bindweed. That moved underground, then surfaced and took hold. Strangling plant after healthy plant. Killing them all, slowly. And for no apparent reason, except that it was its nature. And then it disappeared underground again.

fear was what drove most people to kill. It was what nested below all the other emotions. It was what twisted and turned the other emotions into something sick. It was an alchemist and could turn daylight into night, joy into despair. Fear, once taken root, blocked the sun. And Gamache knew what grew in that darkness. He searched for it every day.