Quotes About Violence

Peaceful change is the healthiest change, but if you will look closely you will see what the so-called revolutionary who deals in violence wants is simply violence. He is unhappy with himself, believes himself incapable of coping with the situation as it is, so tries to disrupt it. He wants violence to relieve his own anger and pent-up hatred.

but two shots, and then it was the knife until death.

If a man or woman is inclined to murder or violence, owning a gun is not important. There are always a dozen things about with which a man can be killed. For

was sixty feet off, but the bullet caught him in the top of the head, killing him instantly.

followed my sister Lorna to the creek when she went for water. When I came upon them he had grabbed my sister by the arm, and I straightaway knocked him down.

But how had the outlaw gang planned to kill him?

Certitude leads to violence.

The lesson Holmes took from the war can be put in a sentence. It is that certitude leads to violence.

These are the facts: The Walker boat smashed into Sam's boat. Sam was shot and killed in the water. Katherine Barlow was rescued against her wishes. When they returned to the shore, she saw Mary Lou's body lying on the ground. The donkey had been shot in the head. That all happened one hundred and ten years ago. Since then, not one drop of rain has fallen on Green Lake. You make the decision: Whom did God punish?

Zero took the shovel. Then he swung it like a baseball bat. The metal blade smashed across Mr. Pendanski's face. His knees crumpled beneath him. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

Mr. Sir stared at her. He had three long red marks slanting across the left side of his face. Stanley didn't know if the redness was caused by her nail polish or his blood. It took a moment for the venom to sink in. Suddenly, Mr. Sir screamed and clutched his face with both hands. He let himself fall over, rolling off the hearth and onto the rug.

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore

He took several long, deep breaths. Then his head jerked violently, and he let out a shrill scream, worse than the one before.

The left side of Mr. Sir's face had swollen to the size of half a cantaloupe. There were three dark-purple jagged lines running down his cheek where the Warden had scratched him.

Broken bones and blood and gore, blood and gore, blood and gore. Broken bones and blood and gore, my fair lady. "We don't have no school no more, school no more, school no more. We don't have no school no more, my fair lady.

Three days after Sam's death, Miss Katherine shot the sheriff while he was sitting in his chair drinking a cup of coffee. Then she carefully applied a fresh coat of lipstick and gave him the kiss he had asked for. For the next twenty years, Kissin' Kate Barlow was one of the most feared outlaws in all the West.

These wars have been so great, they are forgotten Like the Egyptian dynasts. My confrere In whose thick boots I stood, were you amazed To wander through my brain four decades later As I have wandered in a dream through yours? The violence of waking life disrupts The order of our death. Strange dreams occur, For dreams are licensed as they never were.

haunted by image after image. People kneeling, beaten. People singing, beaten. Mothers, beaten. Fathers, beaten. Young, beaten. Old, knocked down or beaten. If you approached the police, beaten. If you ran away, kettled, then beaten. Pollux had known good people, seen lives saved by his fellow patrol officers. So who was doing the beating? The uniforms or those inside them? How was it that protests against police violence showed how violent police really

There was the unspeakable neatness of military preparation for violence

General John Cadwalader, who fired a ball through Conway's mouth that came out the back of his head.

if a white man kills a black, he cannot be tried for his life for the murder. . . . If a negro strikes a white man, he is punished with the loss of his hand and, if he should draw blood, with death.

All the pent-up frustrations produced by the accelerated change of the late nineteenth century were vented in spontaneous, often violent dissent.

With his iPod all the way up, nothing in this world can touch him. Just over his pulse is a fresh tattoo- a dotted line and the words -----Cut Here----- Grief is a street he skates down. Hey, donkey's ass! He bides his time, sanding away his fingerprints, wondering how he could get his assailants in one room.

But as Rachel watched the sheriff enter the front door, it was hard to believe the farmhouse itself was still there, because a place where something so terrible had happened shouldn't continue to exist in the world. The earth itself shouldn't be able to abide it.