Quotes About Violence

There's a real bonding in someone beating the crap out of you. - Rolly

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.

Like so many before them, they didn't care that my dad was only the messenger. They still wanted to shoot him.

This placement of the authority to "stop violence" into the hands of the police produces a crisis of meaning. The police are often the source of violence, especially in the lives of women, people of color, trans women, sex workers, and the poor. And the police enforce the laws of the United States of America, which is one of the greatest sources of violence in the world.

Anti-violence politics, along with other revolutionary impulses, changed from a focus on working to transform patriarchy, racism, and poverty to cooperation and integration with the police. This has proven to be a significant turn because the police are, ironically, the embodiment of patriarchy, racism, and the enforcement of the US class system.

History is one war after another with a bunch of murders and natural disasters in between.

Every gun that is made, every warship launched, every rocket fired signifies, in the final sense, a theft from those who hunger and are not fed, those who are cold and not clothed.

Unleashing a killing spree on Quaker property is a bit of a faux pas

We must realize that violence is not confined to physical violence. Fear is violence, caste discrimination is violence, exploitation of others, however subtle, is violence, segregation is violence, thinking ill of others and condemning others are violence. In order to reduce individual acts of physical violence, we must work to eliminate violence at all levels, mental, verbal, personal, and social, including violence to animals, plants, and all other forms of life.

Someone, somewhere, needs to take courage to break the cycle of violence. Forgiveness is superior to justice. Being kind and compassionate to those who are good to you is easy. True forgiveness and compassion come only when one is able to forgive even those who have committed barbaric acts. If Angulimala is capable of renouncing violence, then tell me, your Majesty: is your civilized society also capable of being truly civilized and renouncing violence?

You discover that it takes far more courage to transform the impulse toward justified violence into the embrace of a supposed adversary.

Sentiment and brutality, never one without the other, like fossils and oil.

One reason why violence is so popular may be that psychiatric insights have worn us out and we get satisfaction from seeing them blown away with automatic weapons

You shop in supermarkets, you say good morning to friends on the telephone, you hear symphony orchestras on the radio. But suddenly the music stops and a terrorist bomb is reported. A new explosion outside a coffee shop on the Jaffa Road: six young people killed and thirty-eight more wounded. Pained, you put down your civilized drink.

Initial euphoria would give way to shock, shock to horror, and then, as the killing dragged on with no end in sight, horror to a kind of benumbed despair.

How in the world can you think a queer is cute? I mean, you can tell he's a freak. You can just tell." I advised Zelda that if she didn't shut up, I'd gouge out her eyes and force her to swallow them.

Defenestration," I said. "'The act of throwing someone through a window.

I cut off his fingers to get him to talk, and when he'd confessed everything I wanted to hear, I had his fucking tongue cut out, and the stump cauterized. Everyone in the room stared at him. I called him an asshole, too, said Locke. He didn't like that.

That would be just dandy. All we'd have to do is sit back and wait for them to wipe each other out. But that doesn't explain the message written in blood. That's the mark of a seriously deranged mind. An intelligent mind, but one without a conscience.

Surely no one would ever use such a weapon against a city. There are no limits in war, Volger said, still staring out the window.

Nichts Bessers weiß ich mir an Sonn- und Feiertagen Als ein Gespräch von Krieg und Kriegsgeschrei, Wenn hinten, weit, in der Türkei, Die Völker auf einander schlagen.

Nessun cupo dolore l'aveva colta più violentemente di questa chiarezza, che ella cercava di rendere ancora più lucida, come si è soliti fare tormentandosi da sé, una volta che abbiamo iniziato ad essere tormentati.

James stared at him for a moment, a brief moment, before his stonelike fist landed in Richard's gut. "Wrong answer. Try again.

I save my screams for murder attempts