Quotes About Violence

Le nature sanguinarie nei riguardi degli animali rivelano una naturale inclinazione alla crudeltà

self-attachment is the first sign of madness, but it is because man is attached to himself that he accepts error as truth, lies as reality, violence and ugliness as beauty and justice.

Through Sade and Goya, the Western world received the possibility of transcending its reason in violence....

After Sade, violence, life and death, desire, and sexuality will extend, below the level of representation, an immense expanse of darkness, which we are now attempting to recover...in our discourse, in our freedom, in our thought.

The public execution did not re-establish justice; it reactivated power. In the seventeenth century, and even in the early eighteenth century, it was not, therefore, with all its theatre of terror, a lingering hang-over from an earlier age. Its ruthlessness, its spectacle, its physical violence, its unbalanced play of forces, its meticulous ceremonial, its entire apparatus were inscribed in the political functioning of the penal system.

The institution of monarchy developed during the Middle Ages against the backdrop of the previously endemic struggles between feudal power agencies. The monarchy presented itself as a referee, aa power capable of putting an end to war, violence, and pillage and saying no to these struggles and private feuds. It made itself acceptable by allocating itself a juridical and negative function, albeit one whose limits it naturally began at once to overstep.

In fact, the terror of the public execution created centres of illegality: on execution days, work stopped, the taverns were full, the authorities were abused, insults or stones were thrown at the executioner, the guards and the soldiers; attempts were made to seize the condemned man, either to save him or to kill him more surely; fights broke out, and there was no better prey for thieves than the curious throng around the scaffold.

the rat of India is pernicious to the crocodile, since nature has created them enemies; in such wise when the violent reptile takes his pleasure in the sun, the rat lays ambush for it in moral subtlety; perceiving that the crocodile, lying unaware for delight, is sleeping with his jaws agape, it makes its way through them and slips down the wide throat into the crocodile's belly, gnawing through the entrails of which, it emerges at last from the slain beast's bowel

The guillotine takes life almost without touching the body, just as prison deprives of liberty or a fine reduces wealth.

Am I in an abusive relationship? Because even though Fake Johnny Depp's torments were never physical, they made me feel so completely unhinged that I actually hit myself. Nothing slams the self-esteem like hitting your own freaking self. This was the cycle of violence I found myself in, due in no small part to the heady effects of

Las raíces de la violencia: la riqueza sin trabajar, el placer sin conciencia, el conocimiento sin carácter, el comercio sin moralidad, la ciencia sin humanidad, el culto sin sacrificio, la política sin principios.

Mahatma Gandhi escribió: Las raíces de la violencia: la riqueza sin trabajar, el placer sin conciencia, el conocimiento sin carácter, el comercio sin moralidad, la ciencia sin humanidad, el culto sin sacrificio, la política sin principios.

I was a ruthless bastard with a twisted mind who could look on death and find it pleasant. I could break an arm or smash in a face because it was easier that way than asking questions. I could out-fox the fox with a line of reasoning that laughed at the truth because I was the worst of the lot and never did deserve to live. That's what that damned judge thought anyway.

God, but it was fun! It was the way I liked it. No arguing, no talking to the stupid peasants. I just walked into that room with a tommy gun and shot their guts out. They never thought that there were people like me in this country. They figured us all to be soft as horse manure and just as stupid.

He killed her and I made a mess of his head. Even the devil won't recognize him now.

I was a licensed investigator who knocked off somebody who needed knocking off bad and he couldn't get to me. So I was a murderer by definition and all the law could do was shake its finger.

They were going to die slower and harder than any son of a bitch had ever died before, and while they died I'd laugh my god-damn head off!

If you look at any religious description of hell, it is the same as human society, the way we dream. Hell is a place of suffering, a place of fear, a place of war and violence, a place of judgment and no justice, a place of punishment that never ends.

Throughout the world we see human suffering, anger, revenge, addictions, violence in the street, and tremendous injustice.

I'd rip her heart and lungs and lights out if she so much as—

If you look at old Earth's bloodiest periods, there are several patterns that repeat. One is missionaries come. Missionaries get killed. Army comes. Houses and crops get burned. Natives get killed. And the flag comes last. Suddenly a whole lot of local folks find themselves with an empress or kaiser or president they never voted for.

Pogroms were whipped up every minute and people were murdered daily, especially Jews of course.

Behind the Blue Division, the frost-bitten horses of Kozyr-Leshko's cavalry regiment crossed the bridge at a wolfish lope followed by a rumbling, bouncing field-kitchen . . . then it all disappeared as if it had never been. All that remained was the stiffening corpse of a Jew on the approach to the bridge, some trampled hay and horse-dung.

I can tell you, it's going to end badly; these Asiatics are all like this. After a good pull of young wine, the knife-play begins!' We mounted our horses and galloped home.