Quotes About Brutality

'Blackish' is set in current times. So, doing a police brutality episode in current times when kids are watching our show, it gives them an access point to have these kinds of conversations as family.

The fact that we live in a world where black people have to strategize so they're not brutalized by police is insane.

I've had friends who have been beaten up by police officers who put phone books in their T-shirts and then beat them up, then drive off.

I realize I will always be the poster child for police brutality, but I can try to use that as a positive force for healing and restraint.

I think the brutality is important to convey as part of the story, to see how brutal it is to have these kids in battle with one another.

Growing up, you always heard of cops beating people up behind buildings and letting them go. Now they just shoot them.

Some cops I don't like - the corrupt, the brutal.

There's nothing but brutality and bravery or cowardice that comes out of war. That's pretty much it.

Cops are doing crazy things now, and they catching theyselves; bodycams, carcams. But until they really start giving these cops time - 50 years, 100 years - it's not gonna stop. As long as they keep getting off, nothing's gonna happen. It's been going on since before N.W.A.

It's not easy to cut through a human head with a hacksaw.

Indeed, by refusing to tackle Assad's brutality, we may actively alienate more of the Sunni population, driving them towards ISIS.

People who are brutally honest get more satisfaction out of the brutality than out of the honesty.

The man who is brutally honest enjoys the brutality quite as much as the honesty. Possibly more.

The natives used to tie their enemies to the tree. The ants would eat them alive.

I'm going to drink his blood, I'm going to chew up his heart and spit it into the gutter for the dogs to raise a leg at. I'm going to peel the skin off him and rip out his veins and hang him with them.

he tripped over her and went down. And I stomped him. With my bare feet I stomped him, landing on that lobster-horror head with both feet. His head crunched. It felt awful. It was like jumping on a strawberry box. It splintered and crunched and went to pieces. I cringed at the feel, even though I was in an agony to fight, to kill. I trampled worms and hopped away, feeling sick.

Joe did everything else properly, too—finished taking the head off, threw the body into the street for his friends to take away if he had any, for the scavengers to remove if not—then displayed the head in front of the shop on a spike meant for such purpose. Then he closed his shutters and cleaned up the mess—then may have taken time to throw up;

My husband is a brute. And I've got a cruel stepmother just like Snow White. I mean, Cinderella. And my Pop thinks I'm imaginary. But I love you all anyway because you're all I've got.

The only alternative to torture is art" George Bernard Shaw. This means we will engage in our creativity or have to face its alternative brutality.

My characters are more like men than these real men are, see. They're rough and rude, they got hands and they got bellies. They hate and they lust; break the skin of civilization and you find the ape, roaring and red-handed.

That's all war is - a consuming fever: a period of delirium and insanity, of misery, disappointment, discomfort, anxiety, despair, waste, weariness, boredom, brutality, death; and yet to every man in every war there comes a day worth living for: a day when a lifetime of excitement is packed into a few short hours.

In her smile, Idris sees how little of the world he has known, even at thirty-five years of age, its savageness, its cruelty, its boundless brutality.

Kami meninggalkan mayat-mayat itu di jalan, dan kalau keluarga mereka mencoba menyelinap untuk menyeret kembali mayat-mayat itu ke rumah mereka, kami tak akan ragu menembak mereka. Kami membiarkan mayat-mayat itu menjadi santapan anjing. Daging anjing hanya cocok untuk anjing.

Hasta mis manos me parecían repugnantes. La deformación impúdica del dorso de mis manos me atormentaba; me sentía brutalmente impresionado a la vista de mis delgados dedos; odiaba todo mi cuerpo fláccido, y me horrorizaba llevarlo, sentirlo junto a mí. ¡Si todo esto pudiera terminar ahora! ¡Dios mío, quisiera morir!