Quotes About Violence

Hell, I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my name or hating my politics. They were just going to kill me because they needed to kill something, and I was handy. At least zombies would have had a reason.

It's the hardest lesson for someone who's been taught guns are the answer . . . that they're only the answer to a pure, simple, direct set of problems: killing someone. I

Hell, Shane spit in disgust. I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her He tossed her the bat.

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they'll never dare to raise a hand again.

As Jess watched in numb horror, the man tore a page from the book and stuffed it into his mouth.

He's not getting out of here again...But you don't have to go all Marquis de Sade on him either. Just kill him or let me.

It's been happening since I was in kindergarten. Not them all the time, but other kids, you know. Every day. It never stops, and it never goes away, thanks to the Internet--it just keeps happening every minute, every day. And I just want it to stop. I think about how to do it, you know. How to kill them. All kinds of elaborate things, like trapping them in pits and burying them alive, or covering them with concrete.

You think you're fighting for freedom. Freedom is dangerous. Give humankind freedom, and they will inevitably fall into chaos and war, religious zealotry and senseless violence. We have kept the peace. And we've done it by giving the people what they need, when they need it. Not what they want. Want is nothing but blind and selfish greed.

Touch my other son and die.

I felt something for her once. Not tenderness. Not love. But a shared delusion that expresses itself in violence is almost more intimate than love.

violent, organized bunch of angry men could be the sidearm I carry.

Violence at a distance was still horrific and should be felt just as deeply.

take her he said Oliver is not going to be pleased, boy. Better go. I had to, Michael said. I had to stake him. He was going to kill her. In point of fact, he wasn't; he was going to hurt her so badly that Amelie would feel it, that's al. But that's not what I meant. You crashed a car into the limousine. Oliver loves his limousine. Michael opened his mouth, then closed it without thinking of anything to say to that.

I think it was smart that you're wary of using the word "terrorism," and if you talk about the cycle of violence, or "an eye for an eye," you could be perpetuating the idea that the Israeli-Palestinian conflict is a balanced conflict, instead of a largely unarmed people against the fourth most powerful military in the world.

You name a country, and I'll tell you about a time it became obsessed with killing Jews.

It's just men making an art out of their wish to beat each other up," she

They'll use a pair of clubs to beat the spades

I hate violence. I hate injustice more. I just want to be a fry cook, but the world demands more from me than eggs and pancakes.

Throughout history, whole societies that seemed stable have imploded when self-righteous narcissists, enflamed by insane ideologies, so threatened the larger population of the sane that soon everyone feared to stand against the violence, whereupon madness accelerated. No one seemed to remember the lessons of history—or cared to learn them.

And though the blood of Abel had once cried out from the Earth, we had come now to a time when so much blood had been spilled over the millennia that the throat of the Earth was clotted and choked, and fresh blood could not raise a voice from it.

Keep in mind the roots of violence: Lust, envy, anger, avarice, and vengeance...the taproot...the killer's ultimate and truest motivation...is the hatred of truth...the hatred of truth is a vice. From it comes pride and an enthusiasm for disorder.

When she returned, she smiled and said, We were at the movies once, and this dork took two phone calls during the film. Later we followed him, and Andre broke both his legs with a baseball bat. This proved that even the most evil people could occasionally have a socially responsible impulse.

Winny didn't know what he would do without his books, except probably go berserk and start killing people and making ashtrays out of their skulls even though he didn't smoke and never would.