1,246 Quotes About Murder
- Author Mary MacLane
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One's thoughts are one's most crucial adventures. Seriously and strongly and intently to contemplate doing murder is everyway more exciting, more romantic, more profoundly tragic than the murder done.
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- Author Arthur Conan Doyle
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A study in scarlet, eh? Why shouldn't we use a little art jargon? There's the scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and our duty is to unravel it, and isolate it, and expose every inch of it.
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- Author Dark Jar Tin Zoo
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Our love was a two-person game. At least until one of us died, and the other became a murderer.
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- Author Shaun Jeffrey
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Anyone can put paint on a canvas, but only a true master can bring the painting to life. Anyone can kill, but only a genius can make murder an art.
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- Author Ben Ferencz
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If they tell me they want war instead of peace I don't see they're naive, I see they're stupid; stupid to an incredible degree to send young people out to kill other young people they don't even know, who never did anybody any harm.
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- Author Steven Magee
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I research what law enforcement departments do not want researched.
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- Author Ben Ferencz
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If it's naive to want peace instead of war, better make sure they call me naive. Because I want peace instead of war. If they tell me they want war instead of peace I don't see they're naive, I see they're stupid; stupid to an incredible degree to send young people out to kill other young people they don't even know, who never did anybody any harm...I am naive?! That's insane
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- Author Steven Magee
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Police routinely shooting mentally challenged people is a very disturbing trend.
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- Author Charles Baudelaire
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Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning its wedding poisonslike a fountain with its rhythmic sobs,I could hear it clearly flowing with a long murmuring sound,but I touch my body in vain to find the wound.I am the vampire of my own heart,one of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughterwho can no longer smile.Am I dead?I must be dead.
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