Quotes About Aggression

Caroline didn't know whether she was more angry or excited. Every time the boys did something to them, it just gave the girls an excuse to do something worse.

All wars are undertaken for the acquisition of wealth

educational television had a dramatic effect on relational aggression. The more the kids watched, the crueler they'd be to their classmates. This correlation was 2.5 times higher than the correlation between violent media and physical aggression.

Go to hell and take that with you!" She shouted it right in Amelie's face. Eve was an exotic blaze of color against Amelie's white fury. And then she slapped the Founder in the face.

Hell," Shane spit in disgust. "I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her." He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she'd paid more attention in phys ed. Lillian screamed again and ran into the open doorway of Eve's room. Eve, coming up the stairs, screamed, too, for different reasons. "Hey! That's my room, bitch!

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my name or hating my politics. They were just going to kill me because they needed to kill something, and I was handy. At least zombies would have had a reason.

Hell, Shane spit in disgust. I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her He tossed her the bat.

I want you to know that when it comes, when it all falls down, it's your fault, you worthless, stupid bitch. I should have started with you. But I'll finish with you, one of these days. You think I won't touch you? I will. From the inside out.

And you look weak as a kitten.' 'Do I?' Myrnin asked, and smiled slowly. It had a sharp edge of lunacy to it. He made a purring sound low in his throat. 'Do try to pet me, then. You can report back how sharp my claws might be, once your throat grows back.' 'Fool.' 'Narrow roundhead.' 'You thieving, insolent Taffy—' 'Enough!' Claire shouted

violent, organized bunch of angry men could be the sidearm I carry.

It's just men making an art out of their wish to beat each other up," she

Why aren't we designed to be unable to harm one another? Why aren't our brains wired so that we can't kill or rape or steal or lie or deceive? Why are we formed with the capacity to hate and envy?

When you're trying to figure out who…you've got to keep in mind the roots of violence.

A FRIGHTENED, ANGRY, FOUR-HUNDRED-POUND, antisocial chef with a combat shotgun never leads to anything good.

Haters lived to hate, to exercise power over those they hated. They were obsessive about it. Focused. Relentless.

Some are street thugs who will kill you for the contents of your wallet or merely for the thrill of it.

it's probably the Russian military, in which you're allowed to smile only when you shoot someone or successfully invade another country.

Grownups killing each other

Skip stared at the ranks of the players. Men who raced from the benches to collide with one another in joyful bloodshed. Who let themselves be hammered and rounded into cops and warriors and lived in a world completely inaccessible to women and children.

Israel attacked Gaza solely in response to hundreds of rockets sent by Hamas to kill as many Israelis as possible.

It was not the creation of 760,000 Arab-Palestinian refugees that has created this hatred. It was this hatred that created the refugees. Had six Arab armies not attacked Israel to destroy it in 1948, there would not have been any refugees.

Anger, resentment, lust for revenge, even success through aggressive competitiveness, are corrosive of this good. To forgive is not just to be altruistic. It is the best form of self-interest. What dehumanizes you inexorably dehumanizes me. It gives people resilience, enabling them to survive and emerge still human despite all efforts to dehumanize them. When uhuru, or freedom and independence

Testosterone poisoning

A brown, rocklike fist rose out of the mass and descended with considerable force, meeting decisively with some bony protuberance, by the sound of the resultant crack.