Quotes About Aggression

è cosa nota e universalmente riconosciuta che uno zombie in possesso di un cervello debba essere in cerca di un altro cervello. E tale verità si è dimostrata in tutta la sua evidenza durante le recenti aggressioni a Netherfield Park, durante le quali una famiglia di diciotto persone era stata massacrata e divorata da un'orda di morti viventi.

There are but two types of men who desire war: those who haven't the slightest intention of fighting it themselves, and those who haven't the slightest idea what it is.

A warlike people must have war.

You never see a lion crucifyng another lion. You never see a bear just randomly murdering salmon for anything besides food; bears don't form armies, invade rivers, tear the heads off male salmon, rape the female salmon, and enslave their salmon children. It is finished, to Kugel, sounded a hell of a lot like Fuck all of you motherfuckers.

One of my favorite quotes is: "... If I strike you it ain't going to be in your fancy.

Those who Shoot, bomb and kill have an inherent fear of peace.

When women and girls experienced throughout life such systematic sexual aggression from men it was realistic and reasonable for women to be resistant to and suspicious of male sexuality. The focus moved away from women as the problem to a critique of male sexual behaviour and an analysis of the ways in which men's sexual violence sustained their power.

The elevator doors opened on the first floor and Van Holtz was waiting there with several bags of groceries in his hands. "Oh. You," he said. He started to walk in and, without thinking, simply reacting, Bo shoved him back out of the elevator by his head and hit the elevator button again. "You asshole!" Bo heard as the door closed.

Dee-Ann came back in the hallway and both men stopped and stared at her. "Just came back to get some water out of the fridge." When neither man said anything to her, she asked, "Somethin' wrong?" Ric stepped forward. "How many children do you want?" Lock grabbed Ric by his hair and yanked him back, slamming him into the front door. "Ow!

Attacking someone without warning for something they did weeks before? Check. Ready to turn a simple breed dispute into something far uglier with the razor blade she kept on her at all times? Check. Using blood as a weapon of rudeness? Check. Threatening death? Check. Attacking a helpful stranger or friend? Check. Kissing a helpful stranger or friend without warning or permission? Check. Yeah, it only took Gwen six weeks to become her mother.

So, what happened to your face?" Sara grabbed Miki by her T-shirt and jeans before she could dive over the counter at the Asian girl they called Kelly. Angelina leaned forward as Sara pulled Miki back to her, "You know what they say about curiosity? That it stabbed the annoying biker girl over and over and over again until she spit up blood." Oh, yeah. That was subtle.

Vig walked back to his truck. That's when Stieg drily asked, "Do you need another minute to blush coquettishly and dream about your perfect white wedding?" As Vig walked around the front of his vehicle, he grabbed Stieg by the hair and slammed him face-first into the hood.

I'm basically like, you know, learned pretty quickly the guy who throws the first punch usually wins, so when people gave me a hard time I just punched them.

The bastards have never been bombed like they're going to be bombed this time.

My dad actually taught me to box when I was, like, nine years old, because I got picked on at school all of the time. I was on a boys' hockey team, so I would get all of my aggression out there.

readiness,' far far from assuring peace, has at all times and in all countries been instrumental in precipitating armed conflicts.

A chimpanzee who is really gearing up for a fight doesn't waste time with gestures but just goes ahead and attacks.

I cannot remember a time when I was not getting into fights.

Boxing is strange to watch. It's impossible to take your eyes off of it. Part of our brains like to watch violence. At the same time, it's horrifying to watch two men try to knock each other out.

This is a war universe. War all the time. That is its nature. There may be other universes based on all sorts of other principles, but ours seems to be based on war and games.

Looking at this insolent earth, you hear the first battle cry of our species- trap it under a rock and together, screaming, attack and destroy it, as if killing a mammoth.

It was politicians saying, "Let's you and him fight!

Put ordinary shitheads in impressive uniforms, give them guns and permission to use them, they'll shoot anyone who threatens their illusions

He took my hand with an indifferent aggressive snatch. It felt like he could have put his hand through my rib cage, grabbed my heart, squeezed it's little to see how it felt, then let it go.