Quotes About Violence

There were corpses here and there and pools of blood. I remember seeing a butterfly flutter up and down that street. Summer does not abdicate.

The scaffold is the accomplice of the executioner; it devours, it eats flesh, it drinks blood; the scaffold is a sort of monster fabricated by the judge and the carpenter, a spectre which seems to live with a horrible vitality composed of all the death which it has inflicted.

Dissimulation is an act of violence against yourself. A man hates those to whom he lies.

Civil war? What does that mean? Is there any foreign war? Isn't every war fought between men, between brothers?

War has frightful beauties which we have not concealed; it has also, we acknowledge, some hideous features. One of the most surprising is the prompt stripping of the bodies of the dead after the victory. The dawn which follows a battle always rises on naked corpses.

This blind-man's-buff musketry lasted for a quarter of an hour and killed several panes of glass.

The nourishment of the people is a good object; to massacre them is a bad means.

with the exception of wars of liberation, everything that armies do is by foul means.

Civil war—what does that mean? Is there a foreign war? Is not all war between men, war between brothers?

All war is a thing of terror, and there is no choice in it.

A guerra civil? O que há a dizer? Mas haverá uma guerra estrangeira? Toda a guerra entre homens, não é a guerra entre irmãos? (...) Pois bem, a monarquia é o estrangeiro; a opressão é o estrangeiro; o direito divino é o estrangeiro. O despotismo violenta a fronteira moral, como a invasão violenta a fronteira geográfica.

La guerre : c'est l'humanité contre l'humanité malgré l'humanité.

I waited for the moment when he would resume his task of blood. The position was a strange one: he had already tried to kill me and failed, to prove that he was white; and now he was going to murder me to show that he was black.

To feed the people is a fine goal, massacring them is the wrong way to go about it.

When a man resorts to violence, he's scared," Jack said. "That's a good sign.

It should have been as easy as an elementary math equation: he hits you x broken bones = leave him.

If she opened her mouth she might start screaming. Or if she looked at him she might cry, might demand to know how it was that children could be shot in the dark for nothing.

I can drop a dove in midflight. And I don't even want to hurt them. You, I kinda want to shoot.

She was sure he saw some spatter of blood or dirt somewhere on her, at her temple or on the back of her hand. There was an almost imperceptible pause; she knew he was waiting for her to look at him, to communicate what had happened, but she just sat there. If she opened her mouth she might start screaming. Or if she looked at him she might cry, might demand to know how it was that children could be shot in the dark for nothing.

In the past days, she'd come to understand the importance of upheaval. The tallest mountains were created by violence and chaos; like them, a woman's independence was born of fire.

You see now," Jack said. "A fight like this isn't romantic. I was in San Francisco when the National Guard went after strikers with bayonets." "People died that day," Natalia said. "Strikers. They called it Bloody Thursday.

A German walked up to her, his rifle

When a man resorts to violence, he's scared

Because they are ignorant. And cruelty is the weapon of the ignorant.