It’s not easy to kill; it’s not supposed to be. If it is, then there’s something wrong with you. But sometimes good people have to do unpleasant things just so we can come home at night to our kids.

The worst enemy is oneself, but I do not kill, because I love him. (Le pire ennemi, c’est soi-même, – Mais je ne le tue, car je l’aime)

It was nice to kill time. But the time buries us before… (On a beau tuer le temps, – Il nous enterre avant)

Every solider believes in war till the time he actually fights it.

It is not the dead rather the ones who lives through war have seen the dreadful end of the war, you might have been victorious, unwounded but deep within you, you carry the mark of the war, you carry the memories of war, the time you have spend with your comrades, the times when you...

The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on.He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and…then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to...

And what if you try to kill me? Or worse: to kiss me?

No one would have guessed this: that living as a Strigoi had hardened his heart, killing any chance of him loving anyone.Killing any chance of him loving me.And I was pretty sure that if that was the case, then part of me would die too.

People are predictable. That’s what makes them easy to kill.

We sit in silence awhile then I blurt out the thing that’s on both our minds. “How are we going to kill these people, Peeta?

Smartass Disciple: Master, why should people love each other ?Master of Stupidity: Well, orgasm is felt better than kill each other.

You’d kill yourself for recognitionkill yourself to never, ever stopYou broke another mirroryou’re turning into something you are not.

Whatever doesn’t destroy you, makes you stronger. Hardships have a way of toughening us, if they don’t kill us.

¡Te voy a matar! Y, te lo aseguro, si Dios me lo permite, te mataré dos veces.

Kill your darlings, kill your darlings, even when it breaks your egocentric little scribbler’s heart, kill your darlings.

Don’t kill the game with your ‘funk’, elevate it with your humility.

A murderer is a killer without a uniform.

The Paradox of Sustenance: For an organism’s life to be continued; another organism’s life has to be discontinued.

Sometimes I sit down to dinner with people and I realize there is a massive military machine surrounding us, trying to kill the people I’m having dinner with.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are affected someday by my absence…Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,If only you would know what...

You are a most effective killer, Michel. Is it true you wept like a child when they killed your sister? That you cried out in agony as if the sword had pierced your own heart? Such compassion. Does your handiwork not bring you to tears as well?

kill by himself!

Running for a lifetime is no tiring than being loved by a wrong man because when you run, you will end up satisfied by reaching the finish line but when you become loved by a wrong man, you will end up frustrated due to the pain that might nearly kill you!

Take good care of your final word. If your final say will hunt you in day’s ahead, then hold back the words, and let silence speak.

When you commit a crime to upgrade yourself, your sin becomes a blessing, but your blessing kills you before your time.

When you claim to be what you’re not, you’re deliberately killing opportunities, because those who would have help will shun you, thinking that you had it all already.

I’m always angry about the death of people who are still alive, their eyes are opened, yet they can’t see anything…the spell of ignorance

They do not learn, fixed in their ways as they are. You are naïve tothink otherwise. It’s an illness, Assassin, for which there is but one cure.’‘You’re wrong. And that’s why you must be put to rest.’‘Am I not unlike those precious books you seek to save? A source of knowledgewith which you disagree? Yet...

Many have tried to kill us. All have failed.-Valek

All the hungers will kill, but hunger of loneliness turns you into a philosopher.

ThunderClan warriors don’t kill unless they have to

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I can feel the urgency of goose pimples begin to line up on by frightened pale skin.

I never killed anybody and I never developed an intense level of hatred for the enemy. Because my war ended before I ever put on a uniform; I was on active duty all my time at school; I killed my enemy there.

Man, don’t ever be sorry you don’t want to kill someone.

The modern evil, we have said, greatly turns on this: thatpeople do not see that the exception proves the rule. Thus it mayor may not be right to kill a murderer; but it can only conceivablybe right to kill a murderer because it is wrong to kill a man.

My dad was born poor, made a fortune during his life, and then died suddenly—murdered by his only son, leaving his vast estate to a daughter I didn’t know he had.

Kill the blames and you will put your shames into blazing flames. Look for solutions, not problems!

But I’m not talking about now. Last Tuesday I could have killed you. Had you in the scope of my rifle, but I let you live. Now THAT was stupid.

THE SILENT PEOPLESome people are so rude,Living their lives with no concern for others,Or possibly just intent on pissing other people off-Annoying everyone around them.The silent people-Want to kill them-And drive forks into their skulls-Create weapons of extreme torture-And scream from the top of their lungs-“SHUT UP.”But words are not spoken-And attention is not given.Though...

Small men oft feel a need to prove their courage with unseemly boasts,” he declared. “I doubt if he could kill a duck.”Tyrion shrugged. “Fetch the duck.

Death is empowered when saints joy in faithlessness and prayerlessness

I had a dream about you. You wondered if there were any more honest men left in the world, and so did I, because I worked for the government, and if there were any honest men left in the world then it was my job to find them and kill them. After I robbed them.

Grow a garden. When there’s a food shortage in the future, you’ll need it. And when people try to steal your food and you shoot them, you’ll also need a good place to hide the bodies.

People are trying to kill people. Well, those people need to die.

Mind you, the effectiveness of one hunter’s gun does not determine the number of bush meats the other hunter will kill. You got to be yourself. Be you.

decorating” my ex girlfriend’s front yard.

The day you stop learning is the day you begin to die. Lack of knowledge is the fundamental principle for killing “alive and kicking” dreams.

It’s a lie. There isn’t safety in numbers. But there is safety in letters. There are only 26 letters, and yet they are more powerful than an army of infinite men. Show me a man or an army that can kill an idea, and I’ll show you an example of the absurd.

Pesticide is meant to deal with pests as passion is to deal with unnecessary loss of interest! Passion kills the ghosts of “I can’t”.

Complacency is a sword of two edges. One edge kills hard earned successes while the other end stops future glories. Complacency is a murderer and a barrier!