Quotes About Violence

In the holy city of Mecca, violence of any kind was forbidden. From the moment they left home, pilgrims were not permitted to carry weapons, to swat an insect or speak an angry word, a discipline that introduced them to a new way of living.

Historically the delusional conclusion that the diversity of forms in which humankind is created means that some bear God's likeness more than others has led to hatred and violence. Through such alienation from one another, the rest of creation, and God, we humans have failed to realize our full humanity.

I moved to assist, but never got the chance. there was some pretty violent banging for a minute, and then a tearing sound. Finally the stall door flew open, and Ray's shirtless body emerged and started bitch-slapping everything in sight. His aim was off, probably due to the difficulty of having his eyes on the other side of the room, but he made up for it with sheer determination.

Oh yes. I was telling you about my research into the old Norse sagas- the mythology of ancient Scandinavia. Have you read them?" "Uh no." "You'd like them, Cassie." He waved the hand with the chalk in it. "All sex and violence." I frowned. "Why would you think that I'd-

It never ceases to amaze me how many people think I kill for fun." "Don't you?" "Well, not just for fun.

Then what is it about?" Marlowe staggered back to his feet, and Louis-Cesare hit him again. "I don't like his face." "Oh, that's mature.

He'd faced death many times. But not like this. Not butchered like an animal, and sold like a piece of flesh in the market.

You took a seal club and threw it in the water." Watson's response: "Well holy shit. The jerk was about to bash in the brains of a baby seal, for Christ's sake, I was not going to stand there and watch it.

I've never, ever, ever -- in my entire life -- fought over a man. I've fought women who've hit me because of a man, but then I was fighting to bust her ass, not defend his.

If you have to call the police on your man, then you'd better choices. If not, what have you taught him? Better him in jail this time rather than you in the morgue the next time.

I know if I weren't writing about the things I'd like to do I'd be out doing them. Including killing a whole bunch of folks

I could love means I could die violently, or live violently; the threat of the arrow is everywhere at once, not just in the heart.

Commodified fantasy takes no risks: it invents nothing, but imitates and trivializes. It proceeds by depriving the old stories of their intellectual and ethical complexity, turning their action into violence, their actors to dolls, and their truth-telling to sentimental platitude.

I wasn't—" I began. I didn't—" He began. How charming," V'lane cut us off. His voice arrived before he did. "The very portrait of human domestic bliss. She's on the floor, you're towering over her. Did he strike you, MacKayla? Say the word and I'll kill him.

I'm going to kill the kid. - Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bodly laught. -Get in line

Barrons: "He got upset it wouldn't shut up and tore its head off." Mac: "The child?" I gasped

If he killed her I'm going to beat him bloody and eat him piece by piece, slowly, with steak sauce.

I hear a guttural sound followed by a weak sigh and look back at the bodies. "I'm going to kill the kid," Barrons says faintly. Ryodan makes a burbling sound like a bloody laugh. I don't think he even has the parts left to laugh with. "Get in line.

At the very last moment, just before its lips claimed hers, its grip on her face relaxed slightly and she did the only thing she could think of: She head-butted it. Snapped her head back, then forward again, and bashed it square in the face as hard as she could. So hard, in fact, that it made her woozy and gave her an instant migraine, making her wonder how Jean-Claude Van Damme always managed to coolly continue fighting after such a stunt. Obviously, movies lied.

My need for sex seems directly proportionate to how much emotion I repress, and I'm repressing violently today.

Only humans kill with hate. When you kill, you must kill like an animal.

He bristles with impatience. I feel the lust rolling off him, the violence beneath it. "You said you wanted something. What is it, Ms. Lane?" I smile coolly. "The deed to my bookstore, Barrons. What else?

Women fight differently from men. You couldn't get me to hurt a woman's breasts for anything. I know how tender my own are when I'm PMSing. Besides, we feed babies with them.

Rioting begets violence begets rioting. I sometimes think the entire human race is comprised of barely restrained animals, avid for any excuse to tear off their masks of civility. And here I am, always trying desperately to keep mine on.