Quotes About Violence

there's nothing left of them, the pantomime innocents or the man with the gun, but bones in grass, bones in flowers, the leafy branches of the ash tree above them. Which s what, in the end, is left of us all, whether we carry a gun while we're here or don't. So. While we're here. I mean, while we're still here.

Don't it give you the goose pimples when you realize that white people can kill us and get away with it? Just think of it! We are walkin' targets everywhere we go—on the subway, in the street, everywhere.

You just let your lower self go, and then it takes on all these aspects of the society - the city with horns blowing, the people yelling things at each other, and the all-in-all violence and chaos of the city. Put that on stage with music, and that's what this is.

Advocating sexual repression as a solution to violence against women ends up mobilizing women around their fears rather than their visions.

Every fairy tale had a bloody lining. Every one had teeth and claws.

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

Murderers are not monsters, they're men. And that's the most frightening thing about them.

War contributes greatly to global warming, which shouldn't surprise us. All those bombs going off, all those rockets, all those planes and helicopters. All that fuel of various kinds being used. It pollutes the air and water of this very fragile and interconnected planet.

All my life I had to fight. I had to fight my daddy. I had to fight my brothers. I had to fight my cousins and my uncles. A girl child ain't safe in a family of men. But I never thought I'd have to fight in my own house. She let out her breath. I loves Harpo, she say. God knows I do. But I'll kill him dead before I let him beat me.

Men make war to get attention. All killing is an expression of self-hate.

After a decade of all-volunteer advocacy, I have come to view every incarceration as a missed opportunity to love and transform; as a loss of time, life, and dreams of our community; and as state violence. Some of our greatest assets and resources in this struggle are exiled from our communities and languishing in this nation's labyrinth of violent institutions.

For a government that claims to seek to reduce and prevent violence, transformative and holistic measures like community conversations and community accountability should be at least a part of the solution.

What is the matter with these people, these people who won't stop fighting, won't stop hurting each other...?

When these with violence were burned to death, We wished for our Elizabeth.

Although I condemn any violence, if two people are fighting, I'm probably gonna be on one side or the other, even though I'm against violence.

The Soviet State Security Service] is more than a secret police organization, more than an intelligence and counter-intelligence organization. It is an instrument for subversion, manipulation and violence, for secret intervention in the affairs of other countries.

No one needs a reason to hurt people, it happens all the time.

Trouble finds us, Sean. That doesn't mean we shouldn't go away. Hawaii, maybe. What's the homicide rate in Hawaii? Probably low. It's too pretty a place for people to be violent.

Southern women see no point in the hard way. Life is hard enough. So we add a little sugar to the sour. Which is not to suggest Southern women are disingenuous cream puffs. Quite the opposite. When you are born into a history as loaded as the South's, when you carry in your bones the incontrovertible knowledge of man's violence and limitations, daring to stay sweet is about the most radical thing you can do.

I saw the gun. I sensed the van as it rushed forward, seconds away and coming faster. I heard the screams of the fight behind us. But nothing that night was louder than the masked man's astonished whisper as he looked at the boy who stood beside me and said, 'you?

Despite popular belief, hitting someone with a closed fist actually hurts the hitter almost as much as the hittee.

Dear Logan, I'm sorry that the stupid Russians shot you. Mainly because I really want to shoot you, and I hate that they beat me to it. Maddie

Katarina Bishop was a criminal. But she'd never held a gun. She'd never thrown a punch. Until that moment she didn't really know how it felt to hurt someone, and as soon as she saw the look on Hale's face, she wanted to take the words back. And she wished she could make them hurt more. Both.

Y después el final, el instante en el que había acabado todo, carguen, apunten, fuego, y trece cuerpos desplomándose a la vez en la tierra del cementerio del Este, veintiséis ojos cerrados para siempre, veintiséis brazos y piernas inmóviles, trece gargantas mudas y todavía calientes en la temperatura de sus últimos gritos, vivas a la República que volvía a morir cada mañana en las voces de sus hijos