Quotes About Violence

Get clear!" he shouted as the crack of gunfire, the whiz of arrows in flight ripped through the city's canyons. A girl of about sixteen, blood running down her face, leaped out. "Screw that." She grabbed for a charred piece of wood and, wielding it like a club, rushed into the fight.

What am I supposed to do? Beat her to death with my tripod?

As pessoas que estão preparadas para usar a violência e o homicídio como instrumentos normais de política nunca podem sentir-se livres do medo de que outros possam recorrer aos mesmos instrumentos contra eles.

They [combatants in the Thirty Years' War] wanted peace and they fought for thirty years to be sure of it. They did not learn then, and have not learned since, that war only breeds war.

Shortly before World War I, a secretive and disciplined cabal of young Turkish military officers known as the Ittihad took power in Turkey and brought the country into an alliance with Germany. These were the original "Young Turks," and their capacity for cruelty and violence still reverberates in that phrase today.

More people have died in the name of religion than have ever died of cancer. And we try to cure cancer... What makes us take up arms against those who pray to the same God with different words?

It will come to be seen as the persecution of a culture. This makes football akin to the Confederate flag, or Christmas decorations in public spaces, or taxpayer-supported art depicting Jesus in a tank of urine—something that becomes intractable precisely because so many people want to see it eliminated. The game's violence would save it, and it would never go away.

Football combines two of the worst features of American life," wrote conservative baseball scholar George Will. "It is violence punctuated by committee meetings.

No matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains.

What would Tyler Durden do?

Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

Tyler gets me a job as a waiter, after that Tyler's pushing a gun in my mouth and saying, the first step to eternal life is you have to die.

The first rule of fight club is, you don't talk about fight club.

No, I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

History is nothing except monsters or victims. Or witnesses.

Another thing is no matter how much you think you love somebody, you'll step back when the pool of their blood edges up too close.

That Saturday night, a young guy with an angel's face came to his first fight club, and I tagged him for a fight. I was in a mood to destroy something beautiful . . . Tyler told me later that he'd never seen me destroy something so completely.

I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.

Put the gun to my head and paint walls with my brains.

Sticks and stones will break your bones, but now words can kill, too.

We fight wars. We fight for peace. We fight hunger. We love to fight. We fight and fight and fight, with our guns or mouths or money. And the planet is never one lick better than it was before us.

It's not that I'm some detached lab animal just conditioned to ignore violence, but my first instinct is maybe it's not too late to dab club soda on the bloodstain.

Give me violent revenge fantasies as a copying mechanism. Flash. Just give me my first oportunity. Flash.