Quotes About Aggression

The joy of killing! the joy of seeing killing done - these are traits of the human race at large.

Man is the only Patriot. He sets himself apart in his own country, under his own flag, and sneers at the other nations, and keeps multitudinous uniformed assassins on hand at heavy expense to grab slices of other people's countries, and keep them from grabbing slices of his. And in the intervals between campaigns, he washes the blood off his hands and works for the universal brotherhood of man, with his mouth.

So I hove a brick through his window...

Los ciudadanos pueden volverse entonces indiferentes a la verdad y optar por la comodidad de un grupo de iguales en el que aislarse y en el que repetirse falsedades unos a otros. Puede que comiencen a temer dar su opinión y prefieran el consuelo de un líder que les proporcione una sensación de protección como la del interior del seno materno. Y puede que se vuelvan agresivos unos con otros y que se culpen del dolor del miedo.

Le tiene miedo a Bill? — Por supuesto que sí. Es violento, y ni la mitad de tonto de lo que parece.

The larger society was willing to let the frustrations born of racism's violence become internalized and consume its victims. America's horror was only expressed when the aggression turned outward, when the ghetto and its controls could no longer contain its destructiveness.

Hate begets hate; violence begets violence; toughness begets a greater toughness.

If you have any of those stupid women wanting to act as heroines by throwing themselves in front of the soldiers, take no fucking notice. Just shoot them. I'm not going to let any Brit's whore fuck up an opportunity like this.' One

Everyone knows that a wounded tiger is a dangerous beast.

War is a ritual, a deadly ritual, not the result of aggressive self-assertion, but of self-transcending identification. Without loyalty to tribe, church, flag or ideal, there would be no wars; and loyalty is a noble thing. I do not mean, of course, that loyalty must necessarily be expressed in group violence-merely that it is a precondition of it; that self-transcending devotion, all through history, has acted as a catalyst for secondary aggression.

A last trick is to become personal, insulting and rude as soon as you perceive that your opponent has the upper hand. In becoming personal you leave the subject altogether, and turn your attack on the person by remarks of an offensive and spiteful character. This is a very popular trick, because everyone is able to carry it into effect.

No animal ever torments another for the mere purpose of tormenting, but man does it, and it is this that constitutes the diabolical feature in his character which is so much worse than the merely animal.

It's odd how those who dismiss the peace movement as Utopian proffer the most absurdly dreamy reasons for war.

When his bouts of violence began to include the

There is persistent, poor anger control or abusive behavior.

rape is not aggressive sexuality, it is sexualized aggression.

If I were a serial killer, I would not be the kind that stabs and then eats the victim. I would be the kind that hides in a tree and shoots at the aerobics class.

I don't want to see you. I don't like you. I don't like your face. You look like an insufferable egotist. You're impertinent. You're too sure of yourself. Twenty years ago I would have punched your face with the greatest of pleasure.

The image of the Goddess inspires women to see ourselves as divine, our bodies as sacred, the changing phases of our lives as holy, our aggression as healthy, our anger as purifying, and our power to nurture and create, but also to limit and destroy when necessary, as the very force that sustains all life. Through the Goddess, we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions. We can move beyond narrow, constricting roles and become whole.

Actors need a kind of aggression, a kind of inner force. Don't be only one-sided, sweet, nice, good. Get rid of being average. Find the killer in you.

Men will find a reason to kill each other anywhere

Steel shards, his eyes held hers. Breathless, Patience blinked up at him. His face was hard, a warrior's mask. Waves of anger and aggression lapped about her. When it comes to distraction, he informed her through clenched teeth, nothing in this world could top you. His words were invested with meaning- a meaning she didn't understand.

Passivity is aggressively doing nothing and allowing life—or anything else—to do everything for you.

Go for the knees, throat, and eyes And I did. And I really hurt Sean. And then I started crying.