Quotes About Violence

she realized that here in Washington she'd seen people shot, a thing she'd never seen before, even on the reservation, a place considered savage by the rest of the country.

86 percent of rapes and sexual assaults upon Native women are perpetrated by non-Native men; few are prosecuted.

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 were?

How was it that protests against police violence showed how violent police really were?

Over our heads, two millimetres, maybe one millimetre from our temples, those long tempting lines of steel that bullets make when they're out to kill you were whistling through the hot summer air. I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

If anybody doesn't want to fight or murder, grab 'em, tear 'em to pieces! Kill them in thirteen juicy ways. For a starter, to teach them how to live, rip their guts out of their bodies, their eyes out of their sockets, and the years out of their filthy slobbering lives!

Donc pas d'erreur Ce qu'on faisait à se tirer dessus comme ça sans même se voir n'était pas défendu Cela faisait partie des choses qu'on peut faire sans mériter une bonne engueulade. C'était même reconnu encouragé sans doute par les gens sérieux comme le tirage au sort les fiançailles la chasse à courre ... Rien à dire. Je venais de découvrir d'un coup la guerre tout entière. Je venais d'être dépucelé.

I do not like war, because war happens in the countryside, and the countryside bores me.

The one thing any of us really cared about was living for one more hour, one more hour is a big deal in a world where everything has reduced itself to murder.

I'd never felt so useless as I did amid all those bullets in the sunlight. A vast and universal mockery.

Para el pobre existen en este mundo dos grandes formas de palmarla, por la indiferencia absoluta de sus semejantes en tiempos de paz o por la pasión homicida de los mismos en tiempos de guerra.

But they'd been blocked by the trauma, a force field created by the violence of that day, impermeable to words. Each of them occupied her own dark solitude; feelings could break through, but language couldn't.

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Violence merely increases hate . . . adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars. Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.' Dr. Martin Luther King

Being so open requires a sort of innocence. A hope—no, more than a hope . . . a conviction that the world was safe, that people were good. That life was a gift, and nothing moved except as a positive power. Bad things happened—attacks, violence, crimes—yes, unfortunately they did. But they could always be explained and therefore, eventually, understood—so they wouldn't have to happen again. So the people who did them could be helped, and could change.

The gun is mightier than the pen, was our true opinion, and the RPG is mightier still.

You touch—I kill!" the Indian growled ferociously.

Blood was now spurting in all directions, and the almighty purr was deafening.

Everything's all fun and games until someone gets an ax in the chest.

He then turned back to his bride and paused as he noted the welts on her back. Ross recognized them as whip marks at once and it made him stiffen with rage at the thought of anyone touching her so in violence. He hadn't cared much for her parents; their demeanor was cool and uncaring toward their daughter. He hadn't seen a single sign of affection for her, but this pushed his feelings for them from indifferent to active dislike. Mouth

Go the window: the street is empty. You may hear running footsteps, or a sigh. In a minute or two the whistles have moved away in the direction of the Tinmarket or the Margarethestrasse. Next day some minor prince is discovered in the gutter with his throat cut, and all you are left with is the impression of secret wars, lethal patience, an intelligent manouevring in the dark.

They called it the Great War, but that implied worthiness and grandeur, not violence and helplessness and the utter waste and devastation our country, our city, our people endured.

Violence must be inflicted once for all, people will then forget what it tastes like and so be less resentful.

There is a significant moral difference between a person who commits a violent crime and a person who tries to cross a border illegally in order to put food on the family table. Such migrants may violate our laws against illicit entry, but if that's all they do they are trespassers, not criminals. They deserve to have their dignity respected.