Quotes About Violence

Accurst be he that first invented war.

The death toll had gotten so bad, Mexico would eventually rank second only to Iraq in the number of killed or kidnapped reporters.

The pages of history are red with the blood of illuminated "saints" who were murdered by their religions for actually achieving the advertised spiritual rewards.

as 'my drummer'. Charlie got up, showered, shaved, dressed in a Turnbull and Asser shirt, silk tie and three-piece suit, went downstairs, grabbed Mick and punched his lights out. 'It

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

A SWORD IS NEVER A KILLER, IT IS A TOOL IN THE KILLER'S HANDS." —Seneca

Cu Chulainn will] spill the blood of everybody in the fort unless you act quickly and send the naked women out to meet him." ... "Bring on the naked women!" said Conchobar.

Laws are silent in times of war.

So you questioned him?" Raisa prompted. "What did he say for himself?" "Well, the first thing Gillen does is steal his purse and beat him with a club." Amon said.

A)ny time you buy weapons, or build an army, you begin to look for an excuse to use them. Plus, you pose more of a threat to others.

You do not respond to an attempt on your life with a slap on the hand. Or a joke.

Think of what we could accomplish if we were not focused on murdering each other.

When I was growing up, it was 'Communists'. Now it's 'Terrorists'. So you always have to have somebody to fight and be afraid of, so the war machine can build more bombs, guns, and bullets and everything.

It's a shove here, a twist of the wrist there, a pinch to my upper arm, a thump to my thigh if he's really annoyed.

The gag stifles all screams and eliminates all but the most violent moans, while allowing tears to flow without constraint. There was no question of using it that night. On the contrary, they wanted to hear her scream." She'd

I read what I'd written and thought once again: from what violent chasms is my most intimate intimacy nourished, why does it deny itself so much and flee to the domain of ideas? I feel within me a subterranean violence, a violence that only comes to the surface during the act of writing.

One thing I do know: love, however violent, is pure. And that is how I have come to discover that I am not pure.

Li o que havia escrito e de novo pensei: de que abismos violentos se alimenta a minha mais íntima intimidade, para que ela se negue a si mesma de tal forma e fuja para o domínio das idéias? Sinto em mim uma violência subterrânea, violência que só vem à tona no ato de escrever.

O que seria então aquela sensação de força contida, pronta para rebentar em violência, aquela sede de empregá-la de olhos fechados, inteira, com a segurança irrefletida de uma fera? Não era no mal apenas que alguém podia respirar sem medo, aceitando o ar e os pulmões? Nem o prazer me daria tanto prazer quanto o mal, pensava ela surpreendida. Sentia dentro de si um animal perfeito, cheio de inconsequências, de egoísmo e vitalidade.

Those who voted in 2016 to be represented yet again by this form of violence, the 62 percent of white men and 47 percent of white women, a plurality, how am I to understand them?

For all your previous understandings, suddenly incoherence feels violent.

When the boys turned the corner was inflammation in the air already forming knuckles as they pummeled the body being kicked and beaten until knocked unconscious his right eye closed shut blood refusing to clot flowing from both ears were they hearing their own breathing their own ears allowing their blows to take custody of this body fallen against the hardness of the concrete floor leveled without give?

because white men can't police their imagination black people are dying

Peckinpah gives the final shoot-out in which they all die a kind of orgasmic rush that releases all of us from the cinematic or, more accurately, the American fantasy that we will survive no matter what.