Quotes About Violence

Refraining from violence is not a sign of weakness in one's faith but a sign that one's faith is unshakeable

Do you feel like a man when you push her around? Do you feel better as she falls to the ground?

I hate being ignored. I should throw a brick in your face.

Maturity is the ability to control anger and settle differences without violence or destruction.

No habría ningún tipo de guerras si los soldados matasen únicamente a quienes les han hecho una ofensa personal, Pelida. —

Si chaque soldat ne tuait que les ennemis qui l'ont personnellement offensé, Pelides, il n'y aurait aucune guerre

A boy trained for music and medicine, unleashed for murder.

I planted my hands on his chest and shoved, as hard as I could. Our land was one of grass and wheat. Tumbles should not hurt. I am making excuses. It was also a land of rocks. His head thudded dully against stone, and I saw the surprised pop of his eyes. The ground around him began to bleed.

I knew he killed men every day; he came home wet with their blood, stains he scrubbed from his skin before dinner. But there were moments, like now, when that knowledge overwhelmed me.

Zeus' thunderbolts still smelled of singed flesh and patricide.

He had a jagged scar on one leg, a seam that stitched his dark brown flesh from heel to knee, wrapping around the muscles of the calf and burying itself in the shadow beneath the tunic. It looked like it had been a knife, I thought, or something like it, ripping upwards and leaving behind feathered edges, whose softness belied the violence that must have caused it.

His head thudded dully against stone, and I saw the surprised pop of his eyes. The ground around him began to bleed.

Nonviolence doesn't always work - but violence never does.

We don't kill for no reason. As he spoke, the hummingbird pulsed between his palms like a heartbeat, whirred into the air and flew.

The tepid 'there must be a reason for it' notion sometimes floated by religious or quasi-religious acquaintances or bystanders, is, to her, another form of violence. She has not time for it. She is too busy asking, in this changed form, what makes a livable life, and how she can live it.

Once something is no longer illicit, punishable, pathologized, or used as lawful basis for raw discrimination or acts of violence, that phenomenon will no longer be able to represent or deliver on subversion, the subcultural, the underground, the fringe, in the same way

This is a simple story, but it spooks me, insofar as it reminds me that the eye is simply a recorder, with or without our will. Perhaps the same could be said of the heart. But whether there is a violence at work here remains undecided.

Poverty is the worst form of violence.

The Roots of Violence: Wealth without work, Pleasure without conscience, Knowledge without character, Commerce without morality, Science without humanity, Worship without sacrifice, Politics without principles.

We may agree that genocidal violence cannot be understood as rational; yet, we need to understand it as thinkable.

Atrocity cannot be its own explanation. Violence cannot be allowed to speak for itself, for violence is not its own meaning. To be made thinkable it needs to be historicized.

We see them oiling their weapons to kill the gryphon they think is hiding in our hen coop. And we cannot help laughing.

It is for the killer to kill, the fighter to fight, and the bird to sing. As for me, I halt my quest for figurative language. I bring my search for meaning to a complete stop because the essence of war is to degrade symbols and bring human relations, space, time, and the elements back to a state of nature, making us rejoice over water gushing on the road from a broken pipe.

Mass murders seem to be an American