Quotes About Violence

It should be harder to kill someone. The ease of unblades made their purpose somehow more terrible.

The worst of it was, he had come to like the Jacobeans, in all their sophipathic insanity. They might be grotesaries, caricatures, larger than life and full of violence-but they were also shockingly generous and, sometimes, shockingly funny.

Briefly, she thought of murder. Her hands itched for the wash of blood. But this was the blood she wanted.

Mingan smiled and set Cathoair down, deceptively gentle. The Wolf leaned him against the wall, barely upright…and grabbed his chin in one hand, and the nape of his neck in the other.

He stank of something bitter and sharp. His thumb moved across the scar on Cathoair's cheek, a sickening caress, and Cahey somehow got his hands up on Mingan's shoulders, and shoved. Mingan kneed him in the solar plexus, so if not for the Wolf's grip on his neck, Cathoair would have gone to the ground.

What kind of a sociopath wore a projectile weapon in a pressure vessel? Well, a pirate who would think nothing of murdering a whole crew of people, even if those people were monsters. Silly question. Moving on now.

Hitting people almost never solves anything, and you can trust me on that. I was in the military.

It took me a moment to identify the terrible bubbling sound coming over my com as Farweather laughing at me between swallows of blood. I resisted the urge to smash her fucking helmet in, but only barely.

After all, not even mobsters fixed their kitchen sinks with handguns. They could blow their drains out.

The worst stressors—exposure to violence, trauma, abuse, and mental illness—are shaped by a surprising factor: the level of income inequality in a region. For example, countries with the biggest gap between their richest citizens and their poorest have the worst health and the most violence.

The whole universe was stilled as if listening for a voice. For the space of one heartbeat there was peace on earth. For one fraction of a moment there was no deed of violence wrought on earth, no hatred, no fire, no whirlwind, no pain, no fear. Existence rested against the heart of God, then sighed and journeyed again.

But the destruction of books is a gesture and a threat. It's like saying to the people of those books: You're next.

Our subject is love because our subject is bowling. Candlepin bowling. This is New England, and even the violence is cunning subtle. It still could kill you.

Miss Sevier in high school told us the police think we have knives or guns in our pockets and that they have killed people who were just trying to get out their IDs. I think that is wrong, but I read where the court decided it was all right if the police were really scared. Yet if anybody else is really scared of the police it's not all right for the scared person to kill a policeman.

Caligula, trapped leaving the games, was run through by noblemen who then hacked at his genitals and in their ferocity may even, according to Cassius Dio, have gorged themselves on his flesh. His wife, one of the few people Caligula loved, was murdered on the spot and his infant daughter, so a narrative of chilling verisimilitude relates, was picked up by the feet and had her brains dashed out against a wall.

The always suspicious Tiberius was given an enormous fish and promptly beat the fisherman about the face with it. The fisherman, in thoughtless simplicity, responded with the comment that he was glad he hadn't given the emperor the oversize lobster he had also collected.

Moreover, war has become a thing potentially so terrible and destructive that it should have been the common aim of statesmen to put an end to it forever.

The time had come for no more czars. Russia was on the verge of violent revolution; only a complete break from the past, Kerensky insisted, would persuade the masses that a new, more just future was dawning, and that the forces of despotism were now yielding to the forces of freedom.

In fact, Toynbee went so far as to suggest privately that surrender to Hitler might be preferable to more hatred and violence. "It would be possible to argue," he told friends, "that the world is in such desperate need of political unification … that it is worth paying the price of falling under the worst tyranny.

This world offers a form of liberty—the freedom to pursue one's own self-interest—and a form of authority: the power of the magistrate "to punish transgressors, to correct fraud and violence, and to oblige men, however reluctant, to consult their own real and permanent [long-term] interests.

The other pacifists sprang forward to continue pummeling the stunned senator

Duels, murder, and feuding were constants in the Highlands, as was "scorning," or taking food and shelter by force from tenants of other clans when a feud was under way.

In Avoca, Pennsylvania, an Austrian American was accused of criticizing the Red Cross. A group of vigilantes tied him up, hoisted him thirty feet in the air, and blasted him with water from a fire hose for a full hour.

So I have seen a man killed! An experience that, among others! Yes, I suppose I hav; although I can hardly be certain, And in a court of justice could never declare I had seen it. But a man was killed, I am told, in a place where I saw Something: a man was killed, I am told, and I saw something.