Quotes About Violence

That these girls avoid use of physical violence in resolving conflict, does not mean that these conflicts are resolved in meaningful and enduring ways. Girls might smile, give in, give up - and then continue the conflict behind their opponents' backs. Girls might also smile, give in, make fatal compromises, because their need to belong (or not to be excluded) is more important to them than sticking to their principles.

Caroline Malloy, the Crazie, went after her sister with a hammer. Missed, but I can imagine what the hammer did to the floor.

Feminist ideology about the goal of gender-neutrality and the absence of innate differences between males and females goes out the window when it comes to the subject of domestic violence.

C'est encore à partir du centre et non de l'extérieur que je peux ordonner. Si je ne fais que me conformer à une idée, aussi sublime soit-elle, cela signifie que quelque part existe la violence qui en est le corollaire, car se conformer n'implique-t-il pas déformer ? (p.250)

Meanwhile the other monsters were busy. The winged horse was rearing and stomping; the rabbits were gnawing into legs; the double-headed eagle was plucking eyeballs neatly from their sockets and swallowing them whole, the satyr was— Dor stared for a moment in amazement, then forced his gaze away. He had never imagined killing men that way.

Do you mean that the tyrant will dare to use violence against the people who fathered him, and raise his hand against them if they oppose him? So the tyrant is a parricide, and little comfort to his old parent.

La mayor ventaja del Amor es que no puede recibir ninguna ofensa de parte de los hombres o de los dioses, y que ni dioses ni hombres pueden ser ofendidos por él, porque si sufre o hace sufrir es sin coacción, siendo la violencia incompatible con el amor.

Here we received the first blows: and it was so new and senseless that we felt no pain, neither in body nor in spirit. Only a profound amazement: how can one hit a man without anger?

How can one hit a man without anger?

Carlos: So, what, were they psychos, or... Seth: Did they look like psychos? Is that what they looked like? They were vampires. Psychos do not explode when sunlight hits them, I don't give a fuck how crazy they are!

I am Cnaiur urs Skiötha, breaker-of-horses-and-men!, I am Cnaiür urs Skiötha, most violent of all men! I bear your fathers and brothers upon my arms!

There's faith that knows itself as faith, Proyas, and there's faith that confuses itself for knowledge. The first embraces uncertainty, acknowledges the mysteriousness of the God. It begets compassion and tolerance. Who can entirely condemn when they're not entirely certain they're in the right? But the second, Proyas, the second embraces certainty and only pays lip service to the God's mystery. It begets intolerance, hatred, violence . . .

To resent is to brood in inaction, to pass through life acting in a manner indistinguishable from those who bear no grudges. But hatred hails from a wilder, far more violent tribe. Even when you cannot strike out, you strike nonetheless. Inward, if not outward, as if such things have direction. To hate, especially without recourse to vengeance, is to besiege yourself, to starve yourself to the point of eating your own, then to lay wreaths of blame at the feet of the accused.

This one thing every tyrant will tell you: nothing saves more lives than murder.

To resent is to brood in inaction, to pass through life acting in a manner indistinguishable from those who bear no grudges. But hatred hails from a wilder, far more violent tribe. Even when you cannot strike out, you strike nonetheless. Inward, if not outward, as if such things have direction. To hate, especially without recourse to vengeance, is to besiege yourself, to starve yourself to the point of eating your own

War was an extension of argument, and swords were simply words honed to a bloodletting edge.

People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

From Shane's Point of View: Jester talking to Shane: What's the matter? You afraid you'd bite your skinny little girlfriend? Jester laughed. She's already someone else's, you know. I can smell the bite on her. He's marked her. Myrnin. Shut up, I said, and kicked him in the face.

Hell," Shane spit in disgust. "I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her." He tossed her the bat. Claire grabbed it and came to a clumsy batting stance, wishing she'd paid more attention in phys ed. Lillian screamed again and ran into the open doorway of Eve's room. Eve, coming up the stairs, screamed, too, for different reasons. "Hey! That's my room, bitch!

So you'll just kill anyone who frightens you. Who could hurt you." "Well…yes.

She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.

Sure. Knock yourself out. No, really. Hammer to the head, works every time." Claire

Guns don't keep anyone safe. They only equal the playing field.

Shane's head suddenly snapped around, and he turned his whole body after it, facing Myrnin and took a step toward him. He said, in a voice tight with fury, Would that be the dead guard in our damn basement? Well, of course, how many dead guards could there be? Why, did you kill one, too? Wasteful.