Quotes About Violence

Guns have no eyes, no friends. You never know if they'll protect your life or take it.

Wild Bill was anything but a quarrelsome man yet I have personal knowledge of at least half a dozen men whom he had at various times killed.

Shooting people to keep them from dying had logical flaws obvious to everyone.

I now prophesy that I will dismember my dismemberer.

Throwing aside the counterpane, there lay the tomahawk sleeping by the savage's side, as if it were a hatchet-faced baby.

A wild, mystical, sympathetical feeling was in me; Ahab's quenchless feud seemed mine. With greedy ear I learned the history of that murderous monster against whom I and all the others had taken our oaths of violence and revenge.

Both jaws, like enormous shears, bit the craft completely in twain.

Lorsque les pirogues regagnèrent le navire, leur chasse terminée, les Blancs virent qu'il était tombé aux mains meurtrières des sauvages qui faisaient partie de l'équipage.

It is often one of the prime redeeming qualities of your man of violence, that at times he has as stiff an arm to back a poor stranger in a strait, as to plunder a wealthy one.

BLOODY BATTLE IN AFGHANISTAN.

But war is no respecter of limits, it is by definition harsh and inhuman, and there is no preparing for it.

There is no morality in world history. There are only tides of change borne on violence and death. The victors write the history, pass the judgments, and hang or shoot the losers. In truth history is an endless chain of hegemony shifts, based on the decay of old political structures and the rise of new ones. Wars are the fever crises of those shifts. Wars are inevitable; there will always be wars; and the one war crime is to lose. That is the reality, and the rest is sentimental nonsense.

War is politics implemented by the use of force.

War has always been violent blindman's buff, played with men's lives and nations' resources. But the time for it is over. As the race has outgrown human sacrifice, human slavery, and duelling, it has to outgrow war.

The British criminals responsible for dropping bombs on women and little children would soon have to face the bar of justice.

The final strands in the life of Pherentime were woven with misery, for as soon as she achieved her revenge on the Barkanians, she left Libya and returned to Egypt, where she died a miserable death from worms which teemed within her body and crawled out from it while she still lived. Thus the gods manifest their resentment against humans who execute vengeance violently and excessively.

los pactos que no descansan en la espada no son más que palabras [...]" (Hobbes, Leviatán. Cap XVII).

There will be killing till the score is paid.

I have no interest at all in food and drink, but only in slaughter and blood and the agonized groans of mangled men

Three thousand years have not changed the human condition in this respect; we are still lovers and victims of the will to violence, and so long as we are, Homer will be read as its truest interpreter.

Do not beg me by knees or by parents you dog! I only wish I were savagely wrathful enough to hack up your corpse and eat it raw

Strife and Confusion joined the fight, along with cruel Death, who seized one wounded man while still alive and then another man without a wound, while pulling the feet of one more corpse out from the fight. The clothes Death wore around her shoulders were dyed red with human blood.

Hektor, argue me no agreements. I cannot forgive you. As there are no trustworthy oaths between men and lions, nor wolves and lambs have spirit that can be brought to agreement but forever these hold feelings of hate for each other, so there can be no love between you and me, nor shall there be oaths between us, but one or the other must fall before then to glut with his blood Ares the god who fights under the shield's guard.

and Terror and Rout and relentless Strife stormed too, sister of manslaughtering Ares, Ares' comrade-in-arms— Strife, only a slight thing when she first rears her head but her head soon hits the sky as she strides across the earth. Now Strife hurled down the leveler Hate amidst both sides, wading into the onslaught, flooding men with pain.