Quotes About Violence

He was the mildest manner'd man That ever scuttled ship or cut a throat.

For murder, though it have no tongue, will speak With most miraculous organ.

Opinions founded on prejudice are always sustained with the greatest violence.

Whoso sheddeth man's blood, by a man shall his blood be shed.

Violence of the tongue is very real- sharper than any knife.

If a madman were to come into this room with a stick in his hand, no doubt we should pity the state of his mind; but our primary consideration would be to take care of ourselves. We should knock him down first, and pity him afterwards.

Putting aside all the fancy words and academic doubletalk, the basic reason for having a military is to do two jobs-to kill people and to destroy the works of man.

Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth, and every other man has a right to knock him down for it.

Football combines the two worst features of American life. It is violence punctuated by committee meetings.

Sport begets tumultuous strife and wrath, and wrath begets fierce quarrels and war to the death.

When a man wants to murder a tiger he calls it sport: wlien the tiger wants to murder him he calls it ferocity.

It is better to be violent, if there is violence in our hearts, than to put on the cloak of non-violence to cover impotence.

Violence is the quest for identity. When identity disappears with technological innovation, violence is the natural recourse.

Violence is essentially wordless, and it can begin only where thought and rational communication have broken down.

You know what I think about violence. For me it is profoundly moral -more moral than compromises and transactions.

Is some cases non-violence requires more militancy than violence.

Violence is, essentially, a confession of ultimate inarticulateness.

Today violence is the rhetoric of the period.

I have never understood disliking for war. It panders to instincts already catered for within the scope of any respectable domestic establishment.

Blow, wind, and crack your cheeks. Rage! Blow!

The stroke of the whip maketh marks in the flesh; but the stroke of the tongue breaketh the bones. Many have fallen by the edge of the sword; but not so many as have fallen by the tongue.

My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed.

Two or three times it occurred to Gjorg that all these men had killed, and that each had his story. But those stories were locked deep within them. It was not just chance that in the glow of the fire their mouths, and even more their jaws, looked as if they had the shape of certain antique locks.

It is true that from time to time Jews suffered from the fury of an exploited peasantry or their competitors. But from time to time the aristocracy suffered the same fate. Thousands of French aristocrats were slaughtered during peasant uprisings or at the Great Terror of 1793. Many Russian aristocrats were killed or expelled during the October Revolution of 1917. Many of them were innocent, for class warfare can be as cruel as any war.