Quotes About Violence

There were signs, for sure—bruises and missing teeth—but nobody wanted to see them. If they did, they'd have to act. So they ignored them. And the beatings continued. Nobody wanted to get involved in other people's business, especially their business behind closed doors.

We keep trying to get Tracy to make it official and come down here full-time to train the newbies. What do you say, Tracy?" "Same as always, Lazar. I'll come when people stop killing each other." "Right, and when farts stop smelling.

The man slumped forward on the table. "Saints and devils!" raged the Wolf. "What does he look like, this Kane?" "Like – Satan –" The voice trailed off in silence. The dead man slid from the table to lie in a red heap upon the floor. "Like Satan!" babbled the other bandit. "I told you! 'Tis the Horned One himself! I tell you –

You black dog!" A red mist of fury swept across Conan's eyes. "Were I free I'd give you a broken back!

Springing back, sword high, he saw the horror strike the floor, wheel and scuttle toward him with appalling speed – a gigantic black spider, such as men see only in nightmare dreams.

The five-foot blade crushed Strabonus' casque and skull, and the king's charger reared screaming, hurling a limp and sprawling corpse from the saddle. A great cry went up from the host, which faltered and gave back.

Once the sword was drawn there was no turning back; for blood called for blood, and vengeance followed swift on the heels of atrocity.

their squat-walled cities were drenched in blood.

Did you deem yourself strong because you were able to twist the heads off civilised folk, poor weaklings with muscles like rotten string? Hell! Break the neck of a wild Cimmerian bull before you call yourself strong.

He held out his hand as if to receive something, and the Turanian cried out sharply like a man in mortal agony. He reeled drunkenly, and then, with a splintering of bones, a rending of flesh and muscle and a snapping of mail-links, his breast burst outward with a shower of blood, and through the ghastly aperture something red and dripping shot through the air into the Master's outstretched hand, as a bit of steel leaps to the magnet.

When my fictional characters can't slash and slog and litter the pages with one another's carcasses, I'm an utter flop as a tale-spinner.

You low-down land-sharks," I roared. "You doped my grog!

It is good that war is so horrible, or we might grow to like it.

It is good that war is terrible. Or else we would become too fond of it.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it.

It is well that war is so terrible, or we would grow too fond of it.

It is good that war is so terrible, or we should become too fond of it.

violence exercised in self-defense, which all societies from the most primitive to the most cultured and civilized, accept as moral and legal. The principle of self-defense, even involving weapons and bloodshed, has never been condemned, even by Gandhi, who sanctioned it for those unable to master pure nonviolence.

The god of war is impartial: he hands out death to the man who hands out death.

I can hear your whisper and distant mutter. I can smell your damp on the breeze and in the sky I see the halo of your violence. Storm I know you are coming.

Imagine lo siguiente: casi cincuenta israelíes masacrados por un solo palestino armado. ¿Cómo habría reaccionado el mundo esta mañana al saberlo? ¡Respóndame! ¿Cómo habría reaccionado el mundo?» Era una pregunta difícil. Para empezar, el mundo se habría referido al tirador como «terrorista».

En marzo del 2003, Rachel Corrie, una joven estadounidense que había viajado a Gaza para intentar evitar que los israelíes destruyeran hogares palestinos, se plantó frente a una excavadora Caterpillar israelí para obligar al conductor a detenerse. Pero la arrolló. Y volvió a pasar por encima de ella. Cuando sus amigos corrieron en su ayuda, dijo: «Me he partido la espalda», y murió.

del distrito de Tofah en Gaza en 1993, el canal de noticias CNN mostró una cinta con imágenes de unos jóvenes lanzando piedras a las tropas israelíes. No obstante, el comentario de la CNN decía que aquellos jóvenes «protestaban por el proceso de paz».

Y cuando explotó la primera bomba, sonó dentro del primer vehículo de los nuestros como un estallido detrás de nosotros. Los policías con sus pasamontañas sabían lo que era, y la segunda bomba detonó a 100 metros de distancia mientras yo abría la puerta trasera.