Quotes About Violence

If gun free zones save lives, why doesn't Obama just declare Iraq, Syria & Afghanistan one big gun free zone?

When you treat your time as though you are a machine; a doing machine; you are committing violence against the sacredness of life itself.

What if one out of every three multinational corporation CEO's were raped every year? Don't you think that would raise a kind of ruckus?

War is not just the business of death, it is the antitheses of life.

I hate it when they say, ?He gave his life for his country.? They don?t die for the honor and glory of their country. We kill them.

Murder, like talent, seems occasionally to run in families. GEORGE HENRY LEWES, The Physiology of Common Life Killing is not nearly as easy as the innocent believe.

Terrorism isn't insanity. It grows out of social conditions that are well known: poverty, social oppression, dictatorship, and a void of meaning in the lives of ordinary people.

Mexico: where life is cheap, death is rich, and the buzzards are never unhappy.

I know something about killing. I don't like killing. And I don't think a state honors life by turning around and sanctioning killing.

Growing up in a violent home is a terrifying and traumatic experience that can affect every aspect of a child's life, growth, and development.

There is a subconscious way of taking violence as a way of expression, as a normality, and it has a lot of effects in the youth in the way they absorb education and what they hope to get out of life.

I watch life trickle from the bullet wound of a sixteen-year-old "example" and marvel how things weak, even words, will turn vicious and merciless to gain power,despite reason or history

Mr. Tulip lived his life on that thin line most people occupy just before they haul off and hit someone repeatedly with a wrench.

This poem has been called obscure. I refuse to believe that it is obscurer than pity, violence, or suffering. But being a poem, not a lifetime, it is more compressed.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound, then from my eyes, my ears, my mouth. It tasted like salt and failure. The bright red shame of being unloved soaked the grass in front of our house, the bricks of the path, the steps of the porch. My heart spasmed among the peonies like a trout.

I spun violently into the sky, raging and banging stars from their moorings, swirling and vomiting.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed. Blood gushed rhythmically from my open wound,

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage and down into a flower bed.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell.

Man is for war; woman for the recreation of the warrior.

the state of nature is rather a state of injustice, of violence, of uncontrolled natural impulses, and of inhuman deeds and emotions.

David was having a difficult time understanding that Newton's redefinition of all motion as violent motion was a piece of metaphysical sleight of hand that continued to produce evil consequences, the most evil being the world-wide hegemony of Capitalism.

Violence is a confession of terrible incompetence.

from the middle-middle classes, whose highest desire seemed shelter – continuous shelter – not a lair in the darkness to be reached against fear, but shelter everywhere and always, until the existence of earth and sky is forgotten, shelter from poverty and disease and violence and impoliteness; and consequently from joy; God slipped this retribution in.