Quotes About Violence

You go down that canyon and kill a bunch of people doing their jobs, and later other people come along and find the bodies. They'll hate you forever. Even if you do take over Mars someday they'll still hate you, and do anything they can to screw things up. And that's all you will have accomplished, because they'll replace those miners quick as that.

It's stupid because it makes the assumption that your enemies are weaker than you, and will do what you want if you murder a few of them. But people aren't like that. I mean, think about how it will fall out. You go down that canyon and kill a bunch of people doing their jobs, and later other people come along and find the bodies. They'll hate you forever. Even if you do take over Mars someday they'll still hate you, and do anything they can to screw things up.

He did not want to be struck by her again. Or worse, denied her company.

The state monopoly on violence had probably been a good idea while it lasted, but no one could believe it would ever come back.

No amount of culture or civilization can subdue or hide the wanton violence in man.

Boys love hitting each other in the face. I guess it's the next best thing to a kiss.

I have no murders to tell about, but I have joys and sufferings and love. And love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.

When she opened her eyes, he gave a sudden cry and smashed his clenched fist a couple of times into her wet bottom. His joy was transformed into momentary fury. Otherwise, he never beat his children. That was the mother's job.

Those swords are mine! Touch them and I'll use 'em to slice off your nut sack! For a coin purse!

Then realization had dawned. Oh, my God, you're the one who hurt Davis, the boy I was with. You saw us together, and you threw him down a gully. He broke both of his legs! He lived? Gaze narrowing, Lothaire had murmured, Not for much Longer.

Somebody want to explain to me why those soldiers were shooting each other?' (...)'Inbreeding?

The largest one laughed. Until Natalya's glass shard plugged his jugular. Regin aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun kicked as bullets sprayed. It was shredding their torsos like cheese, halving their bodies. Let's do this! Rock out with your cocks out!

Apparently, he'd killed so many family members that he must have significantly affected the Lore's population. Doing my part for the environment.

Lanthe whirled around and punched her sister in the tit. Regrettably, Sabine was wearing a metal breastplate.

Should I have held them down and poured boiling water over them until they talked? Really, I'd like your expert advice. "Of course not. You would use boiling oil.

Just before his lips reached hers, she jerked her head back to whip it forward into his nose. A Glasgow kiss. Distinct cracking sounded. With his nose pouring blood, he squeezed her upper arms, Holly, what the fuck— Using all her strength, she hiked her knee up between his legs. His hands flew to cup his groin as his knees met the ground. You're right, Cadeon. She dusted off her hands. That really was fun.

Or she could command him to repeatedly stab himself in the dick. Then she'd run away as fast as she could manage—seeing as she would be laughing really hard.

I'd witnessed how brutal this boy could be—he'd nearly beaten the man to death in front of me. Yet he was now touching my paintings gently, almost reverently. I felt like a spy, like this was a moment I was never supposed to share. It seemed . . . intimate. When he touched the cane, I swore I could feel him aching for those fields, for that rain about to fall.

Omort, put a muzzle on your pet, or I'll make her one from her intestines." She rapped her silver-tipped claws together, and the sound rang out in the chamber. Hettiah lifted her chin, but she'd paled. Sabine had in fact plucked an organ from her. On several occasions. She kept them in jars on her bedside table.

What do they want?" "They want all the freaks dead. Funny. I don't

Wicked Abyss, page 279, Lila, Princess Calliope of Sylvan to Abyssian Sian Infernas, King of Pandemonia There's a face to the violence you love so much, a cost that the Morior never have to pay. Why wouldn't you love war? You never feel the toll like the rest of us.

what is God? "He's truth; He's meaning. He's my purpose and yours. With terrorists wiping people out, dealers hooking kids on meth and ecstasy, violence and cruelty; there's still love, comfort, joy, and hope. That's God. Without him, none of it makes sense.

There's nothing like gunfire to drive the glamour from words.

swung his arm and chopped the wolf's head from its body, so that it immediately died. As soon as he could raise his axe another wolf came up, and he also fell under the sharp edge of