Quotes About Aggression

James couldn't help smiling: Bruce Clark was a shy eleven-year-old who wouldn't harm a fly. Bruce Norris was a campus karate champion who would probably enjoy harming the fly and then go after its brothers and sisters for the hell of it.

If someone picks up a third party and throws him at you down at the bottom of a deep well...may you use your ray gun to disintegrate the falling body before it crushes and kills you?

Some young Germans and Italians of otherwise modest attainments found satisfaction in pushing other people around. 95 Fascism was more fully than any other political movement a declaration of youthful rebellion, though it was far more than that.

If their solution breaks down because of external interference in the autistic processes, they experience considerable anxiety and their aggression is mobilized to defend their system. This reaction substantiates the importance of the fantasy process in psychosis, a process which acts to reduce anxiety and maintain the psychological equilibrium (homeostasis). An

Men seem loath to concede the superiority of another human being, even in such trivial realms as municipal geography. The reason, perhaps, is that during human evolution males who too readily sought reconciliation after a fight, or otherwise needlessly submitted to others, saw their status drop, and with it their inclusive fitness.

cuando el comercio se muestra en su desnudez espantosa. Las cortinas metálicas tienen rigideces agresivas

in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

Fun, fun, fun, got you, got you, and got you again! Here, you're dead, here, I broke your forepaw, here, your blood runs out! Got you, got you, got you!

you map the land and draw lines across it, claiming ownership simply because you can draw a picture of it. The plants that grow and the beasts that rove, you mark as your own, claiming not only what lives today, but what might grow tomorrow, to do with as you please. Then, in your conceit and aggression, you wage wars and slay one another over the lines you have imagined on the world's face.

When he stopped hitting me and seized my wrists, I darted my head in and bit his hand as hard as I could. He roared and then screamed with pain and outrage. Assassins take no pride in fighting fairly. We take pride in winning.

A weak man always seeks to hurt those lower than he

A weak man always seeks to hurt those lower than he is

Leo could not, afterwards, recall running forward or swinging Van Atta around to face him, but only Van Atta's surprised, open-mouthed expression. "Bruce," he sang through a red haze, "you smarmy creep—lay off." The uppercut to Van Atta's jaw that punctuated this command was surprisingly effective, considering it was the first time Leo had struck a man in anger in his life. Van Atta sprawled backwards on the concrete. Leo

First blood has been shed.

Beneath his well-trimmed goatee, Murray's mouth was flat and hard. "Bring her up to my office." And with that, he walked away to the private elevators. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Glaring at the girl, Trace asked, "Happy now?" She looked almost smug when she said, "Getting there." She gave a pointed look at his hand on her arm.

You were...were... looking at me! Yeah. I was considering having you for breakfast before you kicked me in the jaw.

The only thing a bully understands is another bully.

She thought of gorillas, how when they had been kept too long alone in cages, they would smack each other in the head instead of mating.

gun blasted, but the shot was high and Jeb seized the arm in his huge jaws and then man and dog went rolling over and over on the floor. Vetter threw Morgan off and came to his feet, but Morgan lashed out with a left that knocked him back through the door. Dorfman managed to get

deck. Gavagan rushed him, getting inside and hitting him with a right to the jaw.

Certitude leads to violence.

Zero took the shovel. Then he swung it like a baseball bat. The metal blade smashed across Mr. Pendanski's face. His knees crumpled beneath him. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

The left side of Mr. Sir's face had swollen to the size of half a cantaloupe. There were three dark-purple jagged lines running down his cheek where the Warden had scratched him.

General John Cadwalader, who fired a ball through Conway's mouth that came out the back of his head.