Quotes About Violence

We should kill them all." The words slipped out before he could stop them. "Kill them all? Why?" said Dr. Kay in surprise. "They're unnatural." He tried to twist the comment so it sounded like it came from a bird lover. "Perhaps they'll hurt the other species.

Amazingly similar in the execution. A bow pulled, an arrow shot. Entirely different in the aftermath. I killed a boy whose name I don't even know. Somewhere his family is weeping for him. His friends call for my blood. Maybe he had a girlfriend who really believed he would come back....

Un par de agentes de la paz arrastran al anciano que silbó hasta la parte superior de los escalones, lo obligan a ponerse de rodillas delante de la multitud y le meten un balazo en la cabeza.

Brutal, bloody Cato who can snap a neck with a twist of his arm,

It certainly supports her view of humanity. Especially using the children." "And why is that?" "Because we credit them with innocence. And if even the most innocent among us turn into killers in the Hunger Games, what does that say? That our essential nature is violent." "Self-destructive.

They certainly don't have a problem watching children being murdered every year. But maybe they know too much about the victors, especially the ones who've been celebrities for ages, to forget we're human beings. It's more like watching your own friends die. More like the Games are for those of us in the districts.

Then the raw hunk of meat that used to be my enemy makes a sound, and I know where his mouth is. And I think the word he's trying to say is please. Pity, not vengeance, sends my arrow flying into his skull. Peeta

As we reach the next corner, the entire block ahead of us lights up with a rich purple glow. We backpedal, hunker down in a stairwell, and squint into the light. Something's happening to those illuminated by it. They're assaulted by . . . what? A sound? A wave? A laser? Weapons fall from their hands, fingers clutch their faces, as blood sprays from all visible orifices — eyes, noses, mouths, ears. In less than a minute, everyone's dead and the glow vanishes.

Not if Cato comes and kills you.

The word pulls me up short. Murder!

I'm not convinced that we are all as inherently violent as you say, but it takes very little to bring the beast to the surface, at least under the cover of darkness.

You know how to kill." "Not people," I say. "How different can it be, really?" says Gale grimly.

The Head Peacekeeper comes back with more instructions for the population. It seems that this evening there was an unfortunate incident where a crowd beat to death a young man who resembled Peeta. Henceforth, all rebel sightings are to be reported immediately to authorities, who will deal with the identification and arrest of the suspect. They show a photo of the victim. Apart from some obviously bleached curls, he looks about as much like Peeta as I do. "People

The smell of blood . . . it was on his breath.

Gunfire rips through the crowd, and several people near me slump to the ground.

The little girl who was watching me kneels beside a motionless woman, screeching and trying to rouse her. Another wave of bullets slices across the chest of her yellow coat, staining it with red, knocking the girl onto her back. For a moment, looking at her tiny crumpled form, I lose my ability to form words.

i killed you, i think as I pass a pile. and you. and you

Cato kneels beside Clove, spear in hand, begging her to stay with him.

That's what my daddy thought, too. And he ended up with more bullet holes than I could count on my fingers,

Johanna, frankly, I could easily kill if it came down to protecting Peeta. Or maybe even just to shut her up.

Instead,I watched myself get shot on tv

I will kill you.

A bomb explodes. Time is allowed for people to rush to the aid of the wounded. Then a second, more powerful bomb kills them as well.

I feel the sickening impact of the skull against my shoe. The scent of blood and roses stings my nose.