Quotes About Violence

Because I'm too drunk to feel the pain if you hit me, and if you kill me I'll be glad to be dead.

So we got hold of him and cracked him with a few good horrorshow tolchocks, but he still went on singing.

Come and get one in the yarbles, if you have any yarbles, you enuch jelly, thou

Late December, in Bridgwater, Somerset, Western Province, a middle-aged man named Thomas Wharnton, going home from work shortly after midnight, was set upon by youths. These knifed him, stripped him, spitted him, basted him, carved him, served him—all openly and without shame in one of the squares of the town. A hungry crowd clamoured for hunks and slices, kept back—that the King's Peace might not be broken—by munching and dripping greyboys.

Birisi sana vurursa, sen de ona vurursun, deÄŸil mi? Siz gaddar serseriler de devlete çok sert vuruyorsunuz, öyleyse devlet niye ayn? ÅŸekilde kar??l?k vermesin. Ama yeni bak?? aç?s? buna hay?r diyor. Yeni bak?? aç?s?na göre, kötüleri iyiye dönüÅŸtürmeliymiÅŸiz. (syf. 82)

Delimitation is always difficult. The world is one, life is one. The sweetest and most heavenly of activities partake in some measure of violence—the act of love, for instance; music, for instance.

Well, then she had to be tolchoked proper with one of the weights for the scales, and then a fair tap with a crowbar they had for opening cases, and that brought out red like an old friend. So we had her down on the floor and a rip of her platties for fun and a gentle bit of the boot to stop her moaning.

Nation-states can think in terms of megadeaths, but it's all the average person can do to harbor fantasies of murdering his own boss.

at Silverbridge whom I went to see administered refreshment to me; — nay, he administered it with salutary violence," he said, affecting even to laugh. "And I am bound to speak well of him on behalf of mercies over and beyond that exhibited by the persistent tender of some wine. That I should find him judicious I had expected. What little I have known of him taught me so to think of him. But I found with him also a softness of heart for which I had not looked.

but no, Bold has all the ardour and all the self-assurance of a Danton, and hurls his anathemas against time-honoured practices with the violence of a French Jacobin.

Another division was even tougher in its views. 'We have never been benefited by treating prisoners well . . . We are here to Kill Germans, not to baby them.' Some soldiers in the 30th Division exacted their own revenge when they captured Germans wearing American combat boots taken from the dead. They forced them at gunpoint to remove them and walk barefoot along the icy roads.

it was even said that Dolores Ibárruri, La Pasionaria, had bitten the jugular of a priest;

Frontline soldiers are advancing day and night under fire, with pure and saintly hearts. The rear echelon men who follow along behind are raping, drinking and looting.

evidently heard about a young mother. She was being raped continuously in a farm shed. Her relatives came to the shed and asked the soldiers to allow her a break to breast-feed the baby because it would not stop crying. All this was taking place next to a headquarters

The smell of roasted flesh permeated the air for hours afterwards with the stench of oily-black smoke from the blazing vehicles . Gräbner's body was never identified among all the other carbonized corpses.

We make war that we may live in peace.

Les révolutions enracinent les bruits populaires et les haines. Le premier coup de fusil tiré, rien ne s'explique ; les passions s'exaltent et, ne pouvant s'entendre, on se tue.

I have a love interest in every one of my films - a gun.

In Brohier's eyes, violence was not merely the last refuge of the incompetent. It was the gloating revenge of the sore loser.

You cannot reason with a rifle bullet fired from across the battlefield. You cannot negotiate with an artillery shell lobbed from over the horizon. You cannot compromise with a nuclear warhead screaming in from half a world away. The only answer to the gun, the only defense for the gun, has been more guns.

Violence does, in truth, recoil upon the violent, and the schemer falls into the pit which he digs for another.

His incredible untidiness, his addiction to music at strange hours, his occasional revolver practice within doors, his weird and often malodorous scientific experiments, and the atmosphere of violence and danger which hung around him made him the very worst tenant in London.

Have you tried to drive a harpoon through a body? No? Tut, tut, my dear sir, you must really pay attention to these details.

What is the meaning of it, Watson? said Holmes solemnly as he laid down the paper. What object is served by this circle of misery and violence and fear? It must tend to some end, or else our universe is ruled by chance, which is unthinkable. But what end? There is the great standing perennial problem to which human reason is as far from an answer as ever.