Quotes About Violence

instantly, tense and on guard. I can't help thinking of that rape charge during his undergrad years, and how violence against women is almost never about sex, but about domination. About crushing a woman's autonomy with total control, driven by hate.

I'm paralyzed for an instant as it all lands, everything that's escaped me, like a bomb detonating in my mind. How Caleb's profile is a perfect fit for the kind of man who might flip violently, becoming a killer, a monster. A childhood fractured by abandonment and chaos, his father a tyrant and an alcoholic. The way he'd lost Jenny, the person he loved best in the world, completely powerless to save her. Then the case going unsolved, her killer never found.

In a small place like Mendocino, I know all too well, any act of violence is personal. Everyone will be feeling this. Everyone will be affected.

Haain-a? No. Absolutely not. No. No scalping. He lifted her up and swung her up over the ledges of stone and then followed. He said, It is considered very impolite.

He must not be incapacitated. He must not be killed because he knew very well what they would do with the girl. Some people were born unsupplied with a human conscience and those people needed killing.

must not be incapacitated, he must not be killed because he knew very well what they would do with the girl. Some people were born unsupplied with a human conscience and those people needed killing.

Perhaps it was something like this that changed the captive children forever; the violence they had endured when they were captured, their parents killed. Perhaps it sank down in their young minds and stayed there, invisible and unacknowledged but very powerful. He

there was only one prison in Texas, and that was in Huntsville, but it was a place for hardened criminals and those who had used firearms to deprive others of their goods and savings, who had shot somebody in a political argument, had chopped up other people into tiny bits, that's the kind of people they send to Huntsville.

And while I could not always suppress the violent thoughts that raged inside me, I would nevertheless dedicate my life to seeking alternatives to physical violence, and would wrestle continually with the problem of transforming psychicviolence into creative energy

When you die, you'll be wearing your white dress with red roses, and your hair will be long and falling around your shoulders. When they shoot you, up on your damn roof or walking alone on the street, your blood will look like another red rose on your dress, and no one will notice, not even you when you bleed out for Mother Russia.

War was the ultimate chaos, a pounding, soul-destroying snarl, ending in blown-apart men lying unburied on the cold earth. There was nothing more cosmically chaotic than war.

Mankind has never invented a weapon that they did not use sooner or later.

This violence, as a process, is perpetuated from generation to generation of oppressors, who become its heirs and are shaped by it.

Any situation in which some individuals prevent others from engaging in the process of inquiry is one of violence. The means used are not important; to alienate human beings from their own decision-making is to change them into objects.

Any situation in which some men prevent others from engaging in the process of inquiry is one of violence;… to alienate humans from their own decision making is to change them into objects.

Dehumanization, although a concrete historical fact, is not a given destiny but the result of an unjust order that engenders violence in the oppressors, which in turn dehumanizes the oppressed

Hungry people cannot be good at learning or producing anything, except perhaps violence.

Several researchers have found that the pressures that Black men and boys experience exact a toll on their (our)1 psychological and emotional well-being. How they respond to these pressures is undoubtedly a factor that contributes to the high rate of interpersonal violence between and among Black males.

Mal haya ocasión, mal haya, 155 sin espadas y con lenguas, que son las peores armas, pues una herida mejor se cura que una palabra!

Her sentimental sissy eyes watched as they turned her virginal tablecloth embroidered with so much love into a mayhem of murder and drool. Her seamstress sissy eyes saw the off-white linen turned into a violet-colored crime sheet, the drenched shroud of a nation where her angels and birds were drowning.

Activists are correct in saying that the only thing that 100 percent of rapes have in common is a rapist. You can shroud women from head to toe, forbid them alcohol, imprison them in their homes—and there will still be rape.

The only difference between Obama and Bush is that Obama is killing more people. He's about double the numbers now. Can you imagine if McCain had won and did precisely what Obama has done, with every speech and every political maneuver overseas? There'd be riots in the streets about the people we're killing. And yet because it's Obama, and he's better looking and better at reading the teleprompter, we let him get away with it.

Every human being on earth. It's difficult to understand. That people can hurt each other. When they have been so small and helpless. Every single rapist and football bully and suicide bomber and pedophile has been so small and depended. Of milk and love.

She could have some crazy ass husband or boyfriend. You know, a stupid redneck with a gun. -That's redundant.