Quotes About Violence

He fought her the way a coward fights a man--with feet, the palms of his hands, and teeth.

You think you so cute!" I swung at her and missed, hitting Pecola in the face. Furious at my clumsiness, I threw my notebook at her, but it caught her in the small of her velvet back, for she had turned and was flying across the street against traffic. Safe on the other side, she screamed at us, "I am cute! And you ugly! Black and ugly black e mos. I am cute!

In A Mercy I labored to identify the journey from sympathetic race relations to violent ones fostered by religion.

When I learned how repulsive this disinterested violence was, that it was repulsive because it was disinterested, my shame floundered about for refuge. The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love. It was a small step to Shirley Temple. I learned much later to worship her, just as I learned to delight in cleanliness, knowing, even as I learned, that the change was adjustment without improvement.

There are no innocent white people, because every one of them is a potential nigger-killer, if not an actual one. You think Hitler surprised them? You think just because they went to war they thought he was a freak? Hitler's the most natural white man in the world. He killed Jews and Gypsies because he didn't have us. Can you see those Klansmen shocked by him? No, you can't.

You stupid, man. Real stupid. Ain't no law for no colored man except the one sends him to the chair," said Guitar.

When I learned how repulsive this disinterested violence was, that it was repulsive because it was disinterested, my floundered about for refuge. The best hiding place was love. Thus the conversion from pristine sadism to fabricated hatred, to fraudulent love.

Remember: God's grief at the unspeakable things we do to one another is beyond measuring, but so is His mercy. It might seem a terrible thing to say to people who've lost and suffered so much at the hands of hatred and violence. But true courage is not to hate our enemy, any more than to fight and kill him. To love him, to love in the teeth of his hate—that is real bravery. That ought to earn people m-m-medals.

Draw your revolvers & bowie knives, & cool them in the heart's blood of all those damned dogs, that dare defend that damned breathing hole of hell," David Atchison, a former U.S. senator from Missouri, told cheering Southerners encamped outside Lawrence on May 21, "never to slacken or stop until every spark of free-state, free-speech, free-niggers, or free in any shape is quenched out of Kansas!" When

While Americans tried to justify and glorify their Indian-killers, George Armstrong Custer in particular

No way can be found in this boasted land of civilization and Christianity to punish the perpetrators of this bloody and monstrous Crime," Grant lamented of Colfax. "The spirit of hatred and violence is stronger than law.

This familiarity of revolutionary violence in the French imaginaire, together with sepia-tinted memories of the old Franco-Russian alliance, pre-disposed intellectuals in France to greet Communist apologetics for Soviet brutality with a distinctly sympathetic ear.

Communism was now forever to be associated with oppression, not revolution. For forty years the Western Left had looked to Russia, forgiving and even admiring Bolshevik violence as the price of revolutionary self-confidence and the march of History. Moscow was the flattering mirror of their political illusions. In November 1956, the mirror shattered.

Why, after decades of internal violence and foreign aggression, did the world's first Socialist society implode without even trying to defend itself? One answer, of course, is that it never really existed in the first place: that, in the words of the historian Martin Malia, 'there is no such thing as socialism, and the Soviet Union built

But not for Joshua. Joshua had been steeped in violence for as long as he could remember. There were, no doubt, many other men who could do what he did. But it took a rare man to do it so well. One who combined physical ability, cold obsession, professional training and an absolute lack of remorse in one lethal package.

What deep violence does the mind invent / As polar opposite to love. (In 'Hat Love').

This is why cops shoot people in the back, I thought. They can't keep up. Then

That's blackmail on top of attempted murder, Kye. I can officially kill you

I don't want to hurt anyone" Laszlo fiddled with a button on his tux jacket. "Can't we convince the CIA that some of us are peaceful?" "we'll have to try" Angus folded his arms across his broad chest. "And if they doona believe we're peaceful, then we'll have to kill the bastards." Roman frowned, somehow their Highlander logic escaped him.

I gave chase, and he took a shot at me, so I did the only thing I could in the circumstances…. I stabbed him in the shoulder.

His dad had always told him that the red-faced were blusterers, not to be taken seriously. 'But if you see a bloke who's pale and shaking, son,' Bert's father had instructed, 'then run like blazes, because he might flamin' kill you.

She dropped on his chest with both knees and vengefully banged his head on the floor, once to knock him out and twice because it made her feel better.

I hate these wife-beating bastards. Got to be something wrong with someone who has to hit women.

I think the problem is that people spend so much time worrying about what might happen, what might go wrong, that they completely lose sight of the present. They completely overlook the fact that, actually, right now, everything's fine. You can see that quite clearly in your interrogation exercise. What was it that chap told you? It's not the violence that breaks you. It's the threat of it. So why not just stay in the moment?