Quotes About Violence

You have to kill to survive. People have been doing it forever. I eat meat, and I eat fish. If I were on a deserted island I would need that to survive.

I was a monster. I don't deny it. I wasn't a monster until a few years ago. But you have to be a monster to survive in New York City. New York City doesn't give a damn about violence.

I wanted to write something that reflected the violence and horror of the world, but I also wanted to reflect the way people fight to survive, even when society wants to crush them.

Active-shooter scenarios have become part of the education lexicon. I had fire drills. My parents had duck and cover - nuclear and atomic bomb drills. Kids today grow up with this idea that this could happen at any point in time.

The nineteenth century lynching mob cuts off ears, toes, and fingers, strips off flesh, and distributes portions of the body as souvenirs among the crowd.

There's some basic ideals that we should be able to agree on as Americans: We don't tolerate violence on our streets.

We have found Kashmiri terrorists in Punjab. How are we expected to tolerate all this?

Terrorism must never be tolerated for any reason and we resolutely condemn it.

If cars and buses were attacked daily by petrol bombs or stones for 16 months in Washington, could you imagine it would be tolerated? It would not, because in the name of democracy, to preserve democracy, steps would be taken.

Modern terrorism is too destructive to be tolerated, much less supported.

Systemic racism always takes a toll, whether it be by bullet or by blood clot.

Militant political religion as the only alternative to corruption. That was just the nexus I had seen in the Taliban's appeal in Afghanistan, and in the frequent presence of extremist insurgencies in other acutely corrupt countries. Public integrity, the proposition seemed to be, could only emerge through the rigid purity of religious practice—imposed by law if need be, or savage violence.

Well, they took the neck bones down from the Royal Oaks tree. Rest of the bones they separated from the chains on the ground. And they carried them back to Tangierneck for a decent funeral. Then laid them to rest in Cleveland's Field. All Ol Jefferson could say was, "Did him the same way they did Bard Tom. Same way they did his father.

A fourteen year old to steal my virginity on the moor and rape me till I come.

The cycle of violence needs extreme love to break it.

I thought I'd die of it, but I didn't die. You can learn to eat violence. There is pleasure in not resisting. I dedicated myself to teaching my bully just how much a person can consume.

They did not care that this serene harmony was built on blood and death and pain.

Few thought violent resistance was sensible; there was a broad nationwide fear of young men living in the woods, with neither jobs nor families, clamoring for guns and revenge. What reasonable person would support lawless adolescents with bombs?

When one party has been significantly hurt by the violent behaviors of parents, long before becoming half of a couple in adulthood, sometimes the partner is made to take responsability for the damage done by the parents. The partner is then charged with creating the fantastical 'safe space".

Without in any way minimizing the role of violence in our lives, I am looking, simultaneously, at how a heightened rhetoric of threat that confuses doing nothing, normative conflict, and resistance with actual abuse, has produced a wide practice of over- stating harm.

While police intervention can importantly separate violent adults from their victims or each other after violence has begun, this job of "stopping violence" has shifted from stopping the causes of violence to reacting punitively to the expressions of those unaddressed causes.

Frankly, Pedro Almodóvar's recent box office hit, Volver, is the first movie I've seen in which a young woman's retaliation against sexual violence doesn't ultimately boomerang around to destroy her

Like Lincoln, I would like to believe the ballot is stronger than the bullet. Then again, he said that before he got shot.

His throat bulges queerly, as men's throats do: as if inviting the blow that will crush it.