Quotes About Violence

We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violenceCause real bad boys move in silenceWhen you're in a club, you come to chill outNot watch someone's blood just spill outThat's what these other people want to seeAnother race fight endlessly

Every man who invents something to kill other people easily, quickly and in as great numbers as possible is highly praised, he makes much money and a decoration is bestowed on him. That is good and right. War must be. But on the other hand the Europeans build many hospitals, and a man who during a war cures and feeds enemy soldiers is also praised and decorated

I like the comfort in knowing that women are generally superior and naturally less violent than men. I like the comfort in knowing that women are the only future in rock and roll.

Rape is one of the most terrible crimes on earth and it happens every few minutes. The problem with groups who deal with rape is that they try to educate women about how to defend themselves. What really needs to be done is teaching men not to rape. Go to the source and start there.

wondering if Allah really got personally involved in the butchering of children to secure a heroin production factory. When the day came, who would God be more angry with: men like him who acted with no regard to His will, or men like these who used Him to justify their own brutality and ambition?

We've sterilized war, made it easy. Stripped it of the smell of infection and the silence of death. We've bled off the terror and the sorrow. And because of us, the power to wage war now rests in the hands of cowards and hypocrites.

Niggaz start to mumble, they wanna rumble/ Mix em and cook em in a pot like gumbo." —N.W.A.

The threat of violence can be almost as stressful as actually suffering or witnessing violence.

And just then Damon stepped out of the coat closet, and at the same time Aunt Maggie tripped him neatly and said, "Bathroom door beside you," and picked up a vase and hit the rising Damon over the head with it. Hard.

I don't know; Killers are sort of romantic. Imagine your dying with his hands around his throat. He'd strangle the life out of you, and the last thing you would see would be his face."

Not that he regretted having killed the guy in Stockton. The one who'd been ready to shoot him over the five crumpled dollar bills in his jeans pocket. He was quite happy to have sent that particular home boy to hell.

All her violence had drained away, replaced by a fear older and deeper than anything she'd ever experienced. An old, old recognition. Something inside her knew him from a time when girls took skin bags to the river to get water, a time when panthers walked in the darkness outside mud huts. From a time before electric lights, before candles, when darkness was fended off with stone lamps. When darkness was the greatest danger of all.

One of them flicked out a knife and slit the tape.

Tyranny has no need of arts or sciences, for its policy, which is very shallow and without any refinement, only consists in shedding blood.

When our hatred is too violent, it sinks us beneath those we hate.

Six of the stab wounds were in the neck and the other twelve in the stomach. One dug as far down in the belly as the abdominal cavity; another reached the liver. The enormous jugular vein in the neck was completely severed and the body was covered with bruises, on her neck, arms, wrists, and around her thighs.

There is only one tactical principle which is not subject to change. It is: 'To use the means at hand to inflict the maximum amount of wounds, death, and destruction on the enemy in the minimum time.

Násilí se nikomu nevyplácí. S tím se m?že vysta?it jen krátkou dobu, ale d?jiny se jím psát nedají. žijeme v civilizovaném sv?t?, v Evrop?, ve dvacátém století

Los restantes que he asesinado o torturado solo han sido víctimas de mi odio brutal, en ningún caso de mi sadismo; para eso se requiere amor

Society highly values its normal man. It educates children to lose themselves and to become absurd, and thus to be normal. Normal men have killed perhaps 100,000,000 of their fellow normal men in the last fifty years.

We are effectively destroying ourselves by violence masquerading as love.

From the moment of birth, when the Stone Age baby confronts the twentieth-century mother, the baby is subjected to these forces of violence, called love, as its mother and father, and their parents and their parents before them, have been. These forces are mainly concerned with destroying most of its potentialities, and on the whole this enterprise is successful.

Have you ever asked yourself, do monsters make war, or does war make monsters?

So violent. You want to mug and tase everybody these days." "I do," Zuzana agreed. "I swear I hate more poeple every day. Everyone annoys me. If I'm like this now, what am I going to be like when I'm old?" "You'll be the mean old biddy who fires a BB gun at kids from her balcony." "Nah. BBs just rile 'em up. More like a crossbow. Or a bazooka.