Quotes About Violence

The shackles and the chains, the violence and aggression, the pettiness and scorn, the jealousy and hatred, the tempest and discord.

Mercantile jealousy is excited, and both inflames, and is itself inflamed, by the violence of national animosity.

The poacher's murderer was a man after Archer's own heart, for Archer also didn't like men to hurt Fire or make her acquaintance.

Occasional kindness does not cancel out cruelty. Hitting is never acceptable under any circumstances.

Violence is just, where kindness is vain.

Oppressive language does more than represent violence; it is violence; does more than represent the limits of knowledge; it limits knowledge.

No, I don't think it's fair to label Islam 'violent.' But I will say that to my knowledge, no writer has ever gone into hiding for criticizing the Amish.

Violence begins where knowledge ends.

Desde la entrada norte hasta la sur había cadáveres Australes, Ainari y Ritiones, todos mezclados en una papilla de sangre y lodo, vísceras y excrementos.

De los bosques salían ménades y sátiros furiosos que exterminaban aldeas enteras. Sólo mataban, sin saquear como hacían los humanos, puesto que aquellos seres de la espesura no ambicionaban posesiones materiales.

Homicide detectives know it as well. Emergency room nurses, paramedics—they all know the dirty little secret: It doesn't get any easier. In fact, it lives in you. Every trauma, every horrible sight, every senseless death, every feral, blood-soaked act of violence in the name of self-preservation—they all accumulate like silt at the bottom of a person's heart until the weight is unbearable.

When you spent your entire career on the fringes of violence, the dogs helped remind you that you were still human

I head someone say once that passionate people live violent lives. At the time I didn't really get it but if what they meant was the way love waits in ambush traps your well trained sense of control and tortures you into a confession you'd just as soon not make I now understand.

Things happen, people change,' is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, and ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you considered reconciliation . But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.

ISIS violates every single principle of the law of war.

It was the video no one wanted to see, that few people could bear to watch. A young American, James Foley, was on his knees next to a masked, black-clad jihadist. The jihadist was holding a knife. Foley began reciting a prepared text—delivered under the ultimate duress—condemning America. When he finished, he visibly braced himself. We all knew what was coming.

The goal of this book is simple: to understand the horrific jihadist threat to Christians and Jews in the Middle East, a threat that will undoubtedly come to the United States if it is left unchecked abroad. Through ISIS and Hamas, Christians and Jews face a wave of persecution and violence that is, quite simply, genocidal in scope and intent.

but now it was no longer simply enough to ambush and gun down the enemy. They had to be mutilated and, just as often, scalped. When that was no longer enough, the dead were stripped and castrated. In time, even that was insufficient. Then the victims were beheaded. And even that wasn't enough. So ears were cut off, faces were hacked, bodies were grossly mangled. Soon

This is what terrorism is occupied with as well: making real, palpable violence surface in opposition to the invisible violence of security.

În lenta curgere a istoriei, cu sinozit??ile, cu ezit?rile, cu mla?tinile sale, cu timpii s?i mor?i, apar dintr-o dat?, ?i adesea în durere ?i sânge, avalan?e de violen?e ?i de relativ? simplicitate.

Nimic nu-i mai contagios ca violen?a. Ea se ia ca tifosul ?i se încrânceneaz? în fa?a obstracolului.

Personally, I believe very much in values of savagery; I mean: instinct, passion, mood, violence, madness.

Power may be at the end of a gun, but sometimes it's also at the end of the shadow or the image of a gun.

What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn't see Negroes hanging from its branches.