Quotes About Aggression

It's going to come to fists eventually.

I swear,if she were a cat she'd be hissing.

His belly was flabby, and it got softer every time I hit it. I hit it often.

Play your little fucking games somewhere else," Mills said angrily.

Have you tried talking to her?" "No. We've been punching her in the face repeatedly. What? You don't think that will work?

In searching for the causes of war, don't overlook boredom.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence. In other words, it is war minus the shooting.

Serious sport is war minus the shooting.

Serious sport has nothing to do with fair play. It is bound up with hatred, jealousy, boastfulness, disregard of all rules and sadistic pleasure in witnessing violence: in other words, it is war minus the shooting... there are quite enough real causes of trouble already, and we need not add to them by encouraging young men to kick each other on the shins amid the roars of infuriated spectators.

At the base of it was the urge, if you wanted to play football, to knock someone down, that was what the sport was all about, the will to win closely linked with contact.

Never wound a foe when you can kill him

I understand that if any more words come pouring out your cunt mouth, I'm going to have to eat every fucking chicken in this room.

There's a beast in every man and it stirs when you put a sword in his hand.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.

In a swordfight, a man's surest defense is the swift stroke that slays his foe, not cringing behind a shield.

There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs. The scent of blood is all it takes to wake him.

High, low, overhand, he rained down steel upon her. Left, right, backslash, swinging so hard that sparks flew when the swords came together, upswing, sideslash, overhand, always attacking, moving into her, step and slide, strike and step, step and strike, hacking, slashing, faster, faster, faster . . .until, breathless, he stepped back and let the point of the sword fall to the ground, giving her a moment of respite. "Not half bad," he acknowledged. "For a wench.

Why do boys so love to play at war?

No bastard ever won a war by dying for his country. He won it by making the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

The only way anyone ever won a war, is to make the enemy hurt so bad that he can't stand it any more. ... George S. Patton

Nobody ever defended anything successfully, there is only attack and attack and attack some more

We're not just going to shoot the bastards, we're going to rip out their living goddamned guts and use them to grease the treads of our tanks.

This was not an act of terrorism, but it was an act of war.

The terrorists and their supporters declared war on the United States - and war is what they got.