Quotes About Violence

Nearby he saw a man, his head covered in blood, stumble like a drunkard into a thicket; he sat there between the branches in a bizarre and uncomfortable position, his knees folded under him, his chin resting on his chest. He heard an officer shouting angrily, "No doctors, no nurses, no ambulances! What are we supposed to do?

Back in 1943, Prince Mikasa Takahito, the youngest brother of Emperor Hirohito, spent a year as a staff officer at the Nanking headquarters of the Japanese Imperial Army's expeditionary force in China, where he heard a young officer speak of using Chinese prisoners for live bayonet practice in order to train new recruits. "It helps them acquire guts," the officer told the prince.

One historian has estimated that if the dead from Nanking were to link hands, they would stretch from Nanking to the city of Hangchow, spanning a distance of some two hundred miles. Their blood would weigh twelve hundred tons, and their bodies would fill twenty-five hundred railroad cars. Stacked on top of each other, these bodies would reach the height of a seventy-four-story building.

no race or culture has a monopoly on wartime cruelty.

I think I have said enough of these horrible cases. There are hundreds of thousands of them, being so many of them finally makes the mind dulled, so that you almost cease to be shocked anymore. I did not imagine that such cruel people existed in the modern world. It would seem that only a rare, insane person like Jack the Ripper would act so.

Violence is born of the desire to escape oneself.

It was a piece of thoroughly picturesque and proper violence. I like a violent man, really, a man who's a bit of a brute in a decent straightforward way.

You imagine that to live in a state of extremity is necessarily to discover the truth about yourself. What you discover then is violence and emptiness. And of this you make a virtue.

The presence of the loved one is perhaps always accompanied by anxiety. Mortals must tremble, where angels might enjoy. But this one grain of darkness cannot be accounted a blemish. It graces the present moment with a kind of violence which makes an ecstasy of time.

There are violent things in my heart. Perhaps they have been festering there ever since that change . And now I have run in here to find some different pain, some mystery of myself to keep secret, something which, for this short time, is absolutely not Jack.

And oh, when we still used to sleep together, lying awake at night and finding one's only consolation in imagining in detail how one would go downstairs and find a hatchet and smash one's partners head in and mash it into a bloody pudding on the pillow!

Tenderness and absolute trust and communication and truth matter more and more as one grows older. Somehow let us not waste love, it is rare. Can we not love each other at last in freedom, without awful possessiveness and violence and fear? Love matters, not 'in love'. Let there be no more partings now. Let there be peace between us now forever, we are no longer young. Love me, love me enough.

But her heart was hurting her with its violence.

What a mystery a marriage was. What a strange and violent world, the world of matrimony. I was glad to be outside it. The idea of it filled me with a sort of queasy pity.

N it's fuckin well beyond violence, it's beyond even sexual; it's a kind ay love, a fuckin bizarre, vain-glorious self-adoration, way past the fuckin ego even. Ah'm findin somethin...ah'm...but it's what bein a hard man is aboot; it's a journey, a fuckin self-destructive quest tae find yir limits, cause they fuckin limits eywis come in the form ay a harder man. A big, stong, stiff-hard man whae can dae it for ye, whae can teach ye, show ye whaire ye stand, where yir fuckin parameters ur.

Es bueno que la gente vea películas de guerra. Si todo el mundo viera películas de guerra, sabría que la guerra está mal y dejaría de luchar. Lo que sí está mal es que hay demasiadas películas de paz. Por eso la gente no puede ver con sus propios ojos que la guerra está mal.

HOUSE! That's-you-Mark. He's-goat-hoose. OWER-HERE! Wis-nae-eve-in-gaunn-ae-shout-oot. Cu-moan-son. Git-a-fu-kin-grip-ay-yir-sel. Ah smile benignly at Jocky, all the time wishing a prompt and violent death oan the nosey cunt.

I'm not down with guns. Jails and morgues are full of feeble clowns who thought that carrying a firearm would compel folks to take them seriously.

The war's not over yet,' Jordache said. 'There's still a lot of idiots waiting that have to be killed.

La violence est le dernier refuge de l'incompétence.

Violence, came the retort, is the last refuge of the incompetent.

Gewalt ist die letzte Zuflucht des Unfähigen.

Violence is the last refuge of the incompetent.' Character who said it in novel: Salvor Hardin

You're what they call a man of peace, aren't you?" "I suppose I am. At least, I consider violence an uneconomical way of attaining an end.