Quotes About Violence

He was not interested in absolving the attackers, but he had to admit if he had been born under the same circumstances he would undoubtedly have become a fighter himself, maybe even the same sort of man who had murdered his son.

Part of the problem is that these guys are jerks. They're knuckle-dragging, bone-headed bad guys and they really don't care if their actions hurt the women or the community. —MICHAEL SHIVELY, CRIMINOLOGIST N

The most painful part of beatings is the insult which they imply.

According to what he tells us himself, Mrs. Fryxell used to say of Napoleon: 'I wish he could be punished for all his slaughter by having to go through a childbirth for every human being who was shot on his account'. (A. Fryxell: Min historias historia).

Murderers were not writing literature, after all; they were murdering.

The Saudis think that God is on their side, and people who think God is on their side are capable of the most inhumane acts.

JALALABAD, AFGHANISTAN THE four dead men were lined up on the living room floor of the safe house. Mitch Rapp started with the one on the left. The bearded face, the dark, lifeless eyes, and the dime-sized bullet hole

Killing these assholes was the most therapeutic thing he'd ever done in his life. It was more effective than a decade of psychotherapy.

I have to admit that I thought Gould had a good chance to take you out. I mean, if not him, who? He's one of the top private contractors in the world and he already blew the crap out of your wife and kid." Rickman's face broke into a wide grin as Rapp's darkened. He wished the son of a bitch really could come back to life. Because then he could kill him again.

He] Spoke and rose to full height, sword in air, Then cleft the man's brow square between the temples Cutting his head in two -- a dreadful gash Between the cheeks all beardless. Earth resounded Quivering at the great shock of his weight As he went tumbling down in all his armor, Drenched with blood and brains; in equal halves His head hung this and that way from his shoulders.

Dread wars and outbursts of rage are dear to her heart

War will not save us

With horror he saw that her hair was already afire as the tarred stake burned about her head. He held her agonized gaze with his fierce black eyes. I'll love you forever, and beyond, he vowed as he raised both arms and plunged his sword into her heart. ~Marcus Magnus

He- for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it- was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters.

It's something useless, sudden, violent; something that costs a life; red, blue, purple; a spirit; a splash … free from taint, dependence, soilure of humanity or care for one's kind; something rash, ridiculous… ecstasy — it's ecstasy that matters.

Chi mai potrà misurare il fervore e la violenza del cuore di un poeta quando rimane preso e intrappolato in un corpo di donna?

I was fighting with Thoby on the lawn. We were pommelling each other with our fists. Just as I raised my fist to hit him, I felt: why hurt another person? I dropped my hand instantly, and stood there, and let him beat me. I remember the feeling. It was a feeling of hopeless sadness. It was as if I became aware of something terrible; and of my own powerlessness. I slunk off alone, feeling horribly depressed.

You can't drive a bayonet through a chap's body in cold blood, he remembered him saying. And you can't go in for an exam. without drinking, said Edward.

Whatever may be their use in civilised societies, mirrors are essential to all violent and heroic action.

Uygar toplumlarda kullan?mlar? nas?l olursa olsun, aynalar, tüm ÅŸiddete dayal? ve kahramanca eylemler için gereklidir. .... Çünkü kad?n gerçeÄŸi söylemeye baÅŸlarsa erkeÄŸin aynadaki görüntüsü küçülmeye baÅŸlar; yaÅŸam kar??s?ndaki uyumluluÄŸu yok olur. (s.42)

I cannot make one moment merge in the next. To me, they are all violent, all separate; and if I fall under the shock of the leap of the moment you will be on me, tearing me to pieces.

Nos queríamos con amor prematuro, con la violencia que a menudo destruye vidas adultas

before I drove to wherever the beast's lair was - and then pulled the pistol's foreskin back, and then enjoyed the orgasm of the crushed trigger.

The one who kills is always his victim's inferior.