Quotes About Violence

Zaten her ÅŸey ÅŸu ya da bu biçimde baÅŸka bir ÅŸeyi öldürmekle meÅŸgul.

The only place where you could see life and death, i.e., violent death now that the wars were over, was in the bull ring and I wanted very much to go to Spain where I could study it.

Kill him, yes. Swear him, yes. But don't wound him.

Red swine. Mother rapers. Eaters of the milk of thy fathers.

I'll kick you in the face!

Well, in San Francisco if someone's against you, they know how to vote you out of an area. If someone's against you in Louisiana, or if I wrote a book and they did not like it or me in Louisiana, they might shoot me anytime.

So now it had started. Now they were going to give him a taste of what it meant to kill and then let yourself be bonded out of jail. They were going to let him know (not that they cared a hoot for the other boy) that he wasn't tough as he thought he was.

They had chopped wood here too; then they were gone. Gone to the fields, the small towns, the cities – where they died. There was always news coming back to the quarter about someone who had been killed or who had been sent to prison for killing someone else: Snowball, stabbed to death in a nightclub in Port Allen; Claudee, killed by a woman in New Orleans; Smitty, sent to the state penitentiary for manslaughter. And there were others who did not go anywhere but simply died slower

Why do these dumb fucks keep guns around the house? They make the world as ruinous as they imagine it is.

In 1859 a woman was raped by five apparent Indians, although she was able to identify her attackers as white men because, in the words of a government report on the incident, "They had not taken the precaution to paint the whole body." We

Grandma Ponder said, Show me a man wears a diamond ring, and I'll show you a wife beater.

Well, you wanted me to be a hero in blue, so you better be resigned! Murdering doesn't improve one's manners!

Az a fura érzésem támadt, hogy a háborúban mindig ugyanazt az embert kell újra meg újra meggyilkolnunk, míg végül rá fogok ébredni, hogy én magam vagyok az az ember!

Men choosing abuse need to be connected to choices. They are not powerless. Take them back to the beginnings of their relationship. They would have rarely used violence at the beginning of the relationship as their partner would have left them.

Man is simply man, and there's nothing that can be done with him. There is no evolution. There is one very simple law, the law of the conservation of violence. It's as simple as the law of the conservation of energy. Violence is eternal, no matter what is done to destroy it. It does not disappear or diminish; it can only change shape.

It is a sequence familiar in the capitals of other great empires: the extreme inequality created as loot from abroad pours in; the corruption of voting systems and of representative institutions; hoarse cries for change from the streets; the undertow of violence; the mailed fist as the army strides in to 'clean things up'. The imbalance of power created by empire, unbalances the empire itself.

Forty." He throws the number out there for a moment. "That's how many people in an average football stadium have murdered someone in the last ten years.

Killing is a solution to a problem. Murder is something you do because you want to.

We just used grenades and MP7s," says Hughes. "That doesn't exactly sound humane," replies Kell. "Those crocodiles were all members of ISIS. My commander told me so.

It's Parkinson's. And if you talk about it again the way you just did, I'll be the one to take some of your teeth out the hard way. Understand?

Me dicen que hay algunos individuos a los que es preciso aislar por la comisión de viles agresiones. De ser así, solo tengo que manifestar una cosa: "¡Adelante!". Si un hombre público permitiera que la simple amenaza de la violencia personal alterara el rumbo de sus planes sería indigno de la más mínima muestra de respeto o confianza».55

Nations slaughter each other for family quarrels, cutting each other's throats in the name of the Ruler of the Universe, knavish and greedy priests working on their imagination by means of their love of the marvellous and their fears.

They say the shortest way to a man's heart is through his sternum, after all.

I felt my hands quiver at the unexpected contact. I... wasn't used to being touched in a way that didn't involve violence, at least not in the last few years. It helped that it was Sera. I pictured when we'd held hands as children. It had been perfectly normal, even comforting, when we were little. I hadn't associated touching with pain back then.