Violent Quotes

“I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her bed and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with boys who never learn my last name. ”
― Clementine von Radics

“Life was better than he expected with his new Italian family inheritance, and it felt good to take a deep breath without fear of someone attacking him or his family.”
― Carolyn M. Bowen, Legacy of Shadows: An International Crime Thriller

“Finally, he can see me for who I really am. Violent. Distrustful. Manipulative. Deadly. And I hate him for it.”
― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay

“Hay criminales que proclaman tan campantes ‘la maté porque era mía’, así no más, como si fuera cosa de sentido común y justo de toda justicia y derecho de propiedad privada, que hace al hombre dueño de la mujer. Pero ninguno, ninguno, ni el más macho de los supermachos tiene la valentía de confesar ‘la maté por miedo’, porque al fin y al cabo el miedo de la mujer a la violencia del hombre es el espejo del miedo del hombre a la mujer sin miedo.”
― Eduardo Hughes Galeano

“You look all frail and breakable, but you're really a violent little thing, aren't you?”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“Presidents, Senators, Congressmen, Governors, Mayors, Judges and Justices all fall prey to the Hitman.”
― RB Le `Deach, My Graphic Bipolar Fantasies: & Other Short Stories

“The boy registered them but didn’t answer, already turned inward. He was counting backward from a thousand in multiples of four while working multiplication tables of seven until they met.”
― William Kely McClung, Black Fire

“She smiled again and the sun came back out. Raced backward up from the sea and lit her face. He told himself to ignore it. It wasn’t that special. Not really. He couldn’t be sure, but if his display of ignorance could make her do it again, it might be worth checking out.”
― William Kely McClung, Black Fire

“Lots of things went into creating a monster, but nothing had prepared her for actually being caught by one.”
― William Kely McClung, Black Fire

“Eighty-year-old granny protects her right to vote with a shotgun.”
― RB Le `Deach, My Graphic Bipolar Fantasies: & Other Short Stories

“Life was about making sense out of the insensible. A ball of fire out of a clear blue sky? Must’ve been a meteorite, maybe debris from an airplane. Random flashes of light and color at night? A transformer blew up, you must’ve been dreaming, you’re talking crazy, quiet down, take your meds.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“[On Schopenhauer in Black and White] Schopenhauer's views of love are flawed. Love can't be merely an illusion of the mind to aid in procreation, but the path to redemption for an otherwise violently selfish species. Past human greatness has proven that when challenged, love can overpower impulsive instinct, and in essence, the vilest aspects of our nature.”
― Tiffany Madison

“Just stay close to us. If we get in trouble, we'll kill everything.”
― Ilona Andrews, Fate's Edge

“I check the list. Rubber tubing, gas, saw, gloves, cuffs, razor wire, hatchet, Gladys, and my mitts.”
― Frank Miller, Sin City Volume 1: The Hard Goodbye

“For someone so violent, he has a gentle face, doesn't he?”
― Fuyumi Soryo (惣領 冬実)

“Love is a violent recreational sport. Proceed at your own risk. Helmets, armor, and steel-toe boots are required by law.”
― H.C.Paye

“Nature was a violent mistress, her beauty a mask to hide her cruelty.”
― Kerri Maniscalco, Throne of the Fallen

“Of course- I loathe him. I can't stand the sight of him or the sound of his voice, and I want to get out of here before he returns so I never have to see him again.'

'Let's do that then. Although I would love to wait until he returns so that I can stab him in the heart and then cook it over a fire. But I suppose I can do that another day,' Lala mused.”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“A shot rang out from the rifle of an alerted Harvestman, and just as the sound reached Nathaniel’s ears, he felt the hot streak of a bullet pierce his left arm, spattering blood on the ground before him.”
― Jonathan Marker, SPYDER SYLK

“It's just you look... adorably confused, and now you look adorably violent.'

I shook my head at him. 'There is something so wrong with you.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“She could swim in him: that incredible violent presence of his: leashed.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“She told Aurelia he was a "a violent Adam," "a breaker of things and people," "arrogant, used to walking over women like a blast of Jove's lightning," she had spent less than a week with him.”
― Heather Clark, Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath

“Bloodshed on screen is not the art of storytelling — just as the dictionary is not a work of literature. Crafting A-rated violent movies requires more than facts; it demands the alchemy of narrative, emotion, and purpose.”
― Dipti Dhakul

“Feisty,' Casteel murmured. 'I like it.'

'I'm this close to shooting her in the face with an arrow,' I warned him.

'I like that, too,' he replied.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, A Kingdom of Flesh and Fire

“Blood dripped from Daniel’s blade as he stood with his arms at his sides. The blade was a special one, made just for him. Even his name was carved into its heavy handle.

Nieto.

They’d made love with that knife, taking turns pressing the ridiculously sharp tip into each other’s heated skin as they took as one and gave as the same. By the time they’d reached climax, the bedding had been stained red, solidifying who they were.

What they were.”
― Avril Ashton, Dig Your Grave

“He licked his lips, ignoring the shivers that made his body vibrate or the pain lancing through his body. “D’you know, I’ve been here before?” He lifted his chin, words getting slower. “Another man snatched me away, locked me up, and tortured me for weeks.” He swallowed, vision swimming. “I deserved it, of course. I killed his wife.” A chuckle rumbled in his chest but didn’t quite make it to his lips. “I keep him in my bed nowadays, because it turns out we’re both monsters and torture turns us on.” He smiled, but that gesture fell away when a series of hacking coughs rattled his bones. “A-Ask me his name.”

Narrow Face stepped behind him, out of view.

“Dude, do I give a fuck about who you’re screwing?” Jay’s face twisted into a disgusted grimace. “I want that name and if—”

“Daniel Nieto.” His eyesight was all fucked-up now, but Stavros still made out the sudden stillness that permeated the room. The slight widening of Jay’s eyes, too. Oh, that was satisfying to watch. “Turns out m-monsters can love too, and he loves me as much as I love him. He will c-come for me and he will kill for me. I can’t begin to tell you just how badly you’ve fucked up.” He started laughing, even though it hurt, even though his eyes were crossing and his hands had gone numb. His throat was on fire, his chest the same, but he laughed through all of the pain.”
― Avril Ashton, Dig Your Grave

“I'll ask you one more time, then you lose the eye. And I almost hope you don't answer, because I'd love to cut out your eye...”
― Stephanie Garber, A Curse for True Love

“Lorcan, focus.” Praedra snaps her fingers in front of my face. “While Caed was in the Spring Court dungeons, his mark was discovered.” I cock my head to one side.

“Seems like a responsible person would cut his hand off to stop that happening again.” Excellent. More blood for my cap. It stiffens in anticipation, becoming a stovepipe top hat.

Caed’s fists clench so tightly that the wooden bolt he’s checking snaps in half. “Tempting, but why bother when we could remove the eyes from everyone who saw it?”

Oooh, the Fomorian speaks my language, and that offer is tempting. “Eyeballs are fun.”
― Marie Mistry, Amidst the Insidious Courts

“To be a person of principle is to accept the reality that their stance will never cease to draw the fire of those whose principle enemies are principles.”
― Craig D. Lounsbrough

“It's a tragic state of affairs, when we get used to the sight of blood. If the sight of blood makes you sick, it's good - it's a sign that your humanity isn't yet lost.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Yüz Şiirlerin Yüzüğü (Ring of 100 Poems, Bilingual Edition): 100 Turkish Poems with Translations