Quotes About Violence

Violence has to become a part of your thinking. It makes you cautious, suspicious as hell, and lengthens your life expectancy.

I tried to picture a young, insecure Edward and couldn't, but it was nice to know that once he'd been a boy. Sometimes it felt like Edward had sprung full grown from the head of some violent deity,like a vicious version of Athena.

In real life I do violence, but for psychic stuff I do other things better.

the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs." You have to love Anita Blake… ...

You should hit him in the face with frying pans more often, Said Rhys he seems to like it

Somehow I think Trophy Wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But... maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six.

We'd put a big sign over our territory saying, Nothing here is worth dying over, but if you insist, we will fucking kill you.

I'd worked my share of serial killer cases, but none of the killers had ever mailed me a human head. That was new.

Guarantees are for major appliances, not for murder.

Truth could be violent, could strip you of dignity and hope just as quickly as a gun.

Somehow I think trophy wives wear more makeup and less cutlery. But, hey, I haven't ever met a trophy wife, maybe I'm wrong. Maybe they know what I know, that the true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs.

you really did want the sleeping dogs to keep napping, because once they woke up they tried to tear your throat out.

The true way to a man's heart is six inches of metal between his ribs. Sometimes four inches will do the job, but to be really sure, I like to have six. Funny how phallic objects are always more useful the bigger they are. Anyone who tells you size doesn't matter has been seeing too many small knives.

Když budete mít pistoli v kabelce, zabijou vás – protože žádná žena nenajde ve své kabelce cokoli dÃ…â"¢ív než za dvanáct minut. To je jedna ze zákonitostí svÄ›ta.

it just proved that I think like an American. Violence is dandy, but God forbid you show sex on stage.

Strike that, no killing today, though depending on the level of stupid aimed at us, I was willing to look at a little mayhem.

I had the shotgun. I was also carrying my two pistols, two knives, and a derringer stuffed in the pocket of my jacket. It was a present from Edward. He had handed it to me with this advice: "It kicks like a sonofabitch, but press it under someone's chin, and it will blow their fucking head off." Nice to know. It

Credo di sì.» Patrick sospirò. «Cioè, credo che sarebbe stato meno orribile se fosse stato un altro. Tu sei così piccola e carina. Non dovresti mozzare le dita alla gente.» «Oh, ti prego!»

There were other marshals over talking to the local police, but it was just Edward and me standing in the middle of the scattered body parts. Maybe the others had gotten tired of looking at them;

Il movimento dei suoi fianchi rimase lento, guardingo, meraviglioso, ma io volevo di più. Accostai la bocca alla sua. Non sono fragile. E lo baciai con tanta violenza da sentire la pressione delle sue zanne.

I dropped the blood-coated chair leg and collapsed to my knees. I couldn't swallow. I couldn't breathe. I was splattered with blood. I'd never beaten someone to death before. It had felt good.

Some truths don't make you feel better. Some truths just hurt more." No one argued with him; we'd all been around violence and death too long to argue with something that true.

Japanese soldiers split open the stomachs of pregnant women and bayoneted the fetuses; they tied up local farmers and used them for target practice; they tortured thousands of innocent people in ways that rival the Gestapo at its worst; and they were pursuing deadly medical experiments long before Dr. Mengele and Auschwitz.

Here stands a girl clutching a knife. There is grease on the stove, blood in the air, and angry words piled in the corners. We are trained not to see it, not to see any of it. . . . Someone just ripped off my eyelids.