Quotes About Violence

When I was done, and bloody to the wrist, I squatted down among the murdered music of the bells and pissed.

Touched by an angel, my ass!" roared the woman, whom I recognized despite the ash covering her face: Moondance. "I'll touch you, asshole!" She fired again.

Wars will never be overcome until the belief that is is justifiable to take life, to kill - when expedient - is eradicated from human consciousness." - Agnes Ryan

If the wartime killing of human beings is used to establish the legitimacy of meat eating, then challenging meat eating challenges a world at war.

What, for example, could be more calculated to produce brutal wife-beaters than long practice of savage cruelty towards the other animals?" -Edith Ward

It is as though the way to create a child's acceptance of animals' deaths is by convincing him or her that sometimes humans must be killed too. "Just" wars justify meat eating.

Savages were savages, but what could one expect of civilized men who plotted massacre?

Bullies judge. Victims take it in. Sometimes it remains inside and can lead to depression and suicide. Sometimes it explodes into violence.

Why was it so easy for a dumb animal to find peace and happiness in this world, while human beings created wars so they could hack at one another, spending untold hours thinking up new ways to inflict harm?

My face had a disagreement with a fist about occupying the same space. The fist had the upper hand.

In the calm violence of your being, desire.

It was as if Louisa May Alcott had decided to drop Jack the Ripper into the domestic circle of Little Women just to see what might happen.

So I Lyfted to Home Depot, where I bought random stuff, rope and duct tape, plastic bags, cable ties, and plastic gloves. The girl at the register winked and said she's also a big fan of Fifty Shades and this is what has become of our society. Fucking and killing are the same damn thing. Now

You never sounded farther away from me and I will take that balloon and stab the fuck out of and at the same time I will take that balloon and tie it around Peach's neck because WHO THE FUCK CAN CUNT OUT OVER A BALLOON?

I'll fucking kill Hugh Grant.

Okay, so what happened to you? For real?" I was born to indifferent parents and like a lot of children, I fell prey to an abusive male authority figure who taught me that violence is a legitimate means of coping and then last night, one of our fellows drugged me and coerced me into confessing to a boatload of crimes. "I lost my phone.

America, GET RID OF YOUR GOD DAMN GUNS.

The Allied Forces, on their way across France during 1944 and 1945, had consumed scarce food, vandalized, looted and raped, and their destructiveness and rapaciousness was everywhere compared to that of the German soldiers. (Moorehead, 2011, 306)

After beating Lorca with their rifle butts and calling him a faggot, they filled him with bullets. The grave, sought by many, has never been found.

She began reciting something that sounded almost like litany: Aguilares, Padre Grande, Padre Navarro, aquí en San Salvador y en Aguilares y campesinos, "hundreds, three hundreds, all dead, even niños dead.

Sure, he'd kill, she didn't doubt that, but she got the impression he'd rather leave you maimed someplace so you could die nice and slow. While he watched and took detailed notes so he'd do better the next time.

I would knock your head against a Wall until it was soft as a baked apple!

Theory has all too often been a zoo in which we cage the wild beasts of violence that inhabit our worlds. We then gaze at these beasts from a safe distance, we contemplate them, we theorize how they would act in their own environments - and we never go to those environments where the beasts roam freely to actually check our theories. To do so would be disastrous. It would point out the absurdity of our analyses and the illusion of safety so carefully crafted.

You cloak your evil, your violence, in the mask of good. I am just evil.