Quotes About Violence

Only two guys to a fight. One fight at a time. They fight without shirts or shoes. The fights go on as long as they have to. Those are the other rules of fight club.

Stick and stones may break your bones and words can kill you too

Somewhere outside the hospital, in a motel room full of bloody towels with his tool box of knives and needles, or driving down the highway to his next victim, or kneeling over a dog, drugged and cut up in a dirty bathtub, is the man a million dogs must hate.

You count the facts and it's so depressing. I can only eat baby food. My best friend screwed my fiancé. My fiancé almost stabbed me to death. I've set fire to a house and been pointing a rifle at innocent people all night. My brother I hate has come back from the dead to upstage me. I'm an invisible monster, and I'm incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

Arson, kidnapping, I think I'm up to murder. Maybe all this will get me just a glimmer of attention, not the good, glorious kind, but still the national media kind.

You take enough blasting gelatin and wrap the foundation columns of anything, you can topple any building in the world. You have to tamp it good and tight with sandbags so the blast goes against the column and not out into the parking garage around the column. This how-to stuff isn't in any history book.

Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.

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

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.

If you've never been in a fight, you wonder. About getting hurt, about what you're capable of doing against another man.

In the modern Oedipal story, it's the mother who kills the father and then takes the son.

Ben ÅŸiddeti göz ard? etmeye programlanm??, duygusuz bir laboratuvar hayvan? deÄŸilim ama o anda akl?ma ilk olarak kan lekesinin üzerine soda sürmek için çok geç kal?nmam?? olabileceÄŸi geliyor.

Sentía ganas de meterle una bala entre los ojos a cualquier panda que se negara a follar para salvar su especie. Quería abrir las válvulas de descarga rápida de todos los petroleros y cubrir de crudo todas esas magnificas playas que yo jamás conocería. Quería respirar humo.

Quería destrozar algo hermoso.

En la antigua Roma, dice la Hermana Justiciera, en el Coliseo, el editor era el hombre que organizaba los deportes sangrientos que eran la forma principal de mantener a la gente pacificada y unida. De ahí es de donde viene realmente la palabra editor. Hoy día, nuestro editor planea el menú de asesinatos, violaciones, incendios provocados y asaltos que hay en la portada del periódico del día.

I say, it's fine. Put a gun to my head and paint the wall with my brains. Just great, I say. Really.

I held the face of mister angel like a baby or a football in the crook of my arm and bashed him with my knuckles, bashed him until his teeth broke through his lips. Bashed him with my elbow after that until he fell through my arms into a heap at my feet. Until the skin was pounded thin across his cheekbones and turned black. I wanted to breathe smoke.

This was the goal of Project Mayhem, Tyler said, the complete and right-away destruction of civilization.

La deidad superior ordena que todas las criaturas vivas sufran -consumidas por enfermedad o gritando con cobertura corporal de sangre-, y que luego llega un día en que todas tienen que morir. (…) Si un agente da patadas frecuentes a un perro… si golpea con bofetones de mano a la compañera reproductiva… si ese agente asesina con puñal a un compañero, eso imita la lección correcta de la deidad" (Comunicado 5º).

You never feel as alive as when you make somebody else dead.

Tyler stood next to me, both looking at the big O of my mouth with blood all around it and the little slit of my eye staring up at us from the floor, and Tyler says, Cool.

There, drunk in a bar where no one was watching and no one would care, I asked Tyler what he wanted me to do. Tyler said, I want you to hit me as hard as you can.

OK, you are now firing a gun at your imaginary friend. Near 400 gallons of nitroglycerin!

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.