Quotes About Violence

What's lemonade? Something you make out of lemons. And what's a crusade? Something you make out of crosses—a course of gratuitous violence motivated by an obsession with unanalyzed symbols.

Those who defend war have invented a pleasant sounding vocabulary of abstractions in which to describe the process of mass murder.

CH3C6H2(NO2)3 + Hg(CNO)2 = ¿a qué? Un enorme agujero en el suelo, un montón de ruinas, algunos trozos de carne y de mucus, un pie, con la bota puesta todavía, que vuela por los aires y aterriza, ¡plas! entre los geranios, los geranios rojos... ¡Qué espléndia floración, aquel verano!

How can one be violent about the sort of things one's expected to write about? Words can be like X-rays, if you use them properly_they'll go through anything. You read and you're pierced.

It takes two to make a murder. There are born victims, born to have their throats cut, as the cut-throats are born to be hanged.

Kad ?ovek pomisli - re?e Kadrus obaraju?i ruku na hartiju - da se pomo?u ovoga može ubiti ?ovek sigurnije nego kada bi ga neko ?ekao u zasedi u šumi da ga ubije! Ja sam se uvek bojao pera, boce mastila i lista hartije više nego ma?a ili pištolja.

Hemos removido la tierra de una forma tan violenta que hemos vuelto a despertar la crueldad de los niños

Put two macho groups together and give the first desperation and numbers, and the second truncheons and protective clothing, and the result is like a laboratory civil war.

Charming people, when not actively shooting one another, a friend had once said, which was so unkind, but, like so many unkind comments, had a grain of truth in it. They did shoot one another and had been doing so for centuries. They did bicker over and brood on long-dead history--or history that should be long dead. The problem with history was that it refused to lie down and die.

I suppose that's the way affairs come to an end. Somebody grabs a fork and stabs the other in the hand. And that's it

Metaphors were so bloody: people shot messengers,, flogged dead horses, cut the throats of their competitors. Perhaps that was life; perhaps that's what it was really like.

Cover hatred and fear with love and delight, and with innocent things. With love and delight, and with innocent things. The trouble was that people were cynical about innocent things, or too embarrassed to celebrate them. The proponents of confrontation, violence, the acerbic comment, laughed at innocent things, thought them naïve, considered them beneath them. How easy it was to destroy the civilised structures of the world; how easy to poison the wells.

Cover hatred and fear with love and delight, and with innocent things...The proponents of confrontation, violence, the acerbic comment, laughed at the innocent things, thought them naive, considered them beneath them. How easy it was to destroy the civilised structures of the world; how easy to poison the wells.

Metaphors were so bloody: people shot messengers, flogged dead horses, cut the throats of their competitors. Perhaps that was life; perhaps that was what it was really like.

Bloody dogs," Dad said, kicking indiscriminately under the table. He put his revolver next to his side-plate. Mum put her Uzi on an empty chair beside her. "Safety on?" Dad always asked. "Those things are liable to go off at the touch of a gnat's testicle.

Dad says, At least death by mercenary is quicker. Than what? Death by aid.

I was deliberately southern African. Not in a good or easy way. There is no getting around the fact that there had been so much awful violence to get me here; my people had engaged in such terrible acts of denial and oppression; I so obviously did not look Africa; and yet here I still was.

Teachers deserve a safe working environment in which violence is not tolerated from students, parents, or staff, and educators can report it and other transgressions without fear of retaliation.

Oh, certainly, death, sudden and violent, was a good way to foil his implacable enemies, who seemed to be pursuing him with some incomprehensible desire for vengeance. Yes, but that meant dying!

These questions must determine the accused's fate. This is the sense and essence of red terror. . . . It doesn't judge the enemy, it strikes him. It shows no mercy, but incinerates anyone who takes up arms on the other side of the barricades and who is of no use to us. . . . But it isn't a guillotine cutting off heads at a tribunal's instance. . . . We, like the Israelites, have to build the Kingdom of the Future

Through violence you may murder a murderer, but you can't murder murder," he said. "Through violence you may murder a liar but you can't establish truth. Through violence you may murder a hater, but you can't murder hate. Darkness cannot put out darkness. Only light can do that.

Recent threats targeting Jewish community centers and vandalism of Jewish cemeteries, as well as last week's shooting in Kansas City, remind us that while we may be a nation divided on policies, we are a country that stands united in condemning hate and evil in all of its very ugly forms.

Nature is evil. Nature is conflict, violence, betrayal; worms that crawl through the skin and breen in the gut; thorns that poison; snakes that fight in writhing, heaving masses until all lie dead from another's poison. From nature we learned to tear the flesh off the bone and suck out the blook - and to enjoy it. Do you want to return to that state? I do not.

Today, watching television often means fighting, violence and foul language - and that's just deciding who gets to hold the remote control.