1,246 Quotes About Murder

It's just so simple, animals are not ours, they have their own lives. If you're not ok with imprisonment, suffering, and murder, then please be one less person paying for the imprisonment, suffering and murder of animals.

Larana: No! Father, you can’t kill him!Arguron King: Of course I can, my dear! I have minions, and soldiers and lots and lots of pointy –Larana: Argh! No! Arguron King: Oooh! I see! You want to kill him yourself! How like your dear mother you are!Larana: Father, listen! I don’t want him killed at all!Arguron King: I… I don’t understand what you are saying…

Murder has a cycle just like water. In the same way water becomes a cloud, then becomes water again, when blood calls for vengeance the blood from that vengeance calls too. If you plan to give death, it will always return to you.

It was a peculiarity of Smiley's character that throughout the whole of his clandestine work he had never managed to reconcile the means to the end. A stringent critic of his own motives, he had discovered after long observation that he tended to be less a creature of intellect than his tastes and habits might suggest; once in the war he had been described by his superiors as possessing the cunning of Satan and the conscience of a virgin, which seemed to him not wholly unjust.

It was not murder that fulfilled Sade's erotic nature; it was literature.

I was going to have to hunt him down.I was going to hunt him down and destroy him.No, not destroy. That was a weasel word. It was vague, meaningless. I was going to kill him.

In three minutes, I'll be a murderer. A famous one.

What is it about being ill and wanting to go home? This time there was no Katy to boat sit, so I left Emma out on the deck where she had access to her Emma cage. I closed up as best I could and decided to do a ‘hold mail’ as I wasn’t sure how long I’d be gone.

Tetu stood his seven feet straight as a yardstick. His chin tilted upward. He was unable to mouth the words to the hymns. This struggle to hold back a torrent of tears consumed him. Yet he found the joyful noise soothing. What he was thinking in those minutes was, “Let this go on forever. Bang the death drum slowly. Bugler, play Taps for an eternity. I do not want the time to come when I’ll have to commit the bodies of these three people I have so loved to a cold place beneath the soil.”