Quotes About Violence

Wolves were burned alive, dragged to death behind horses, fed fishhooks inside meat, set free with mouths and penises wired shut.

Empires are built with broken bones and rivers of blood.

I doubt there is even a word in Afghani for peace. Nearest to it is probably a phrase that translates as "just getting my break back and reloading

Sportsman's Hall offered four sporting events: rat killing by a weasel, rat killing by a dog, rat killing by a man, and dogfighting.

They have a very low rate for attempted murder and a high rate for successfully concluded murder. It seems that when a French person sets out to kill someone, they make a good job of it.

Violence feels good. It's so simple and clear. There's no mistaking the winner. I like it, but I avoid going there, going to the blue place, because I think I could get lost, not find my way back, I wouldn't want to find my back because it's seductive.

It would be so easy-my right hand on his right wrist, pull and step, left arm across his throat, whirl and spread my arms, like a dance, and he would drop spine-down over my thigh, snap: less than three seconds, start to finish-but a broken boy would help nothing.

Being capable of using violence to defend yourself did not make you a bad person. Being dead because you couldn't did not make you a good one.

Gwladus wanted to throw ale in the proud little face. But the princess would kill her, dead as a suckling pig.

It wasn't her blood. It was the blood of those who had fought over her like mad beasts while she lay stunned.

Hild bent over and vomited stinging bile, then through her weeping, killed the man at her feet.

Remember when you asked me why I didn't hit Geordie? It was because I don't know how. That little girl in Arkansas doesn't, either. You do. I know that.

She looked at her big hand, red now. Men's blood. She had killed a man; more than one man. The world looked no different, but she felt different in it, as though it had tilted on its axis and the line of stars had changed.

The gesiths they passed sang a cheerful, ugly song. One in four rode with poles topped by brutalised heads of Lindeymen. They did not look human. Hild pretended they were not.

This hand can birth children. This hand can make music. This hand can kill you.

Violence is not necessary to destroy a civilization. Each civilization dies from indifference toward the unique values which created it.

The near future will probably bring extraordinary catastrophes, but what threatens the world most certainly is not the violence of ravenous crowds, but the weariness of boring masses.

Every individual with "ideals" is a potential murderer.

Man no longer knows how to invent anything that does not serve to kill better or to make the world a little more vulgar.

The democratic historian teaches that the democrat kills only because his victims force him to do so.

Democracy celebrates the cult of humanity on a pyramid of skulls.

La violencia no basta para destruir una civilización. Cada civilización muere de la indiferencia ante los valores peculiares que la fundan.

The word "humanity" in the mouth of a Catholic is a sign of apostasy, in the unbeliever's a sign of coming bloodbaths.

What most likely is upon us is not a revolutionary terror, but a counter-revolutionary terror implemented by disgusted revolutionaries.