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.

darkness falls upon Humanityand faces become terriblethingsthat wanted more than therewas.all our days are marked withunexpectedaffronts – somedisastrous, othersless sobut the process iswearing andcontinuous.attrition rules.most givewayleavingempty spaceswhere people shouldbe.and nowas we ready to self-destructthere is very little left tokillwhich makes the tragedyless and moremuch muchmore.

As he bent closer, he realized they were words — words his wife had carved into the cave ice with the last of her dying strength. As he read them, he felt them like three hard blows in the stomach. KILL THE CHILD

Either ‘the group’ is superior or the individual is superior. Marxism, socialism, fascism, and pure democracy are all forms that give power to ‘the group’ and then use violence to force individuals to obey the dictates of ‘the group’. The concept of liberty is one in which the individual – in the exercise of his...

I’ll kill you with kindness. And if that doesn’t work, I’ll kill you with something deadlier, like a karate chop.

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!

I suppose I could understand it if men had simply forgotten unicorns, or if they had changed so that they hated all unicorns now and tried to kill them when they saw them. But not to see them at all, to look at them and see something else-what do they look like to one another,...

HECUBA: I had a knife in my skirt, Achilles. When Talthybius bent over me, I could have killed him. I wanted to. I had the knife just for that reason. Yet, at the last minute I thought, he’s some mother’s son just as Hector was, and aren’t we women all sisters? If I killed him,...

They were all impatient for a kill. They wanted to fill their noses with the hot, acrid death that issued from a deer’s carcass minutes after it drew its last breath, the smell that allowed them, as men, to tremble momentarily with the sensation of life, its heat and quiet.

That’s the claim. The Arl and the Prince, both killed at West Hill.” she glanced at Maric, crooking one corner of her mouth in grim amusement. “Apparently your body was not distinguishable from those of regular Fereldan men and thus couldn’t be found, according to the usurper.””Well that’s just rude.

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.

Don’t kill the high because you are low,Don’t.

suicide is not just killing yourself, but the world outside

When you really believe that using sword can kill people,that’s when you will be subject to the law of the sword,”those who use the sword will die by the sword.

[Taliban spokesman on Malala Yousafzai]Malala Yousafzai targeted and criticized Islam. She was against Islam and we tried to kill her, and if we get a chance again we will definitely try to kill her, and we will feel proud killing her.

Taking a life, is not worth getting life in prison.

I could see that she was eager to please and impress me, and I was excited to see someone so excited to try to excite me. In all the excitement I forgot where I was, who I was, and why I was trying to kill her.

If hard work is the source of happiness, then we can conclude that the main job of procrastination is to delay that happiness for excuses to kill.

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.

It can take years to mold a dream. It takes only a fraction of a second for it to be shattered.

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 see, in their last moments people show you who they really are.

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

Magnus hoped if he ever went mad like that himself, so mad that he poisoned the very air round him and hurt everyone he came into contact with, that there would be someone ho loved him enough to stop him. To kill him, if it came to that.

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.

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

Can’ttrustpeople. Won’tdoanygood. They’llkillyoueverytime. They’llkilleachother. They’llkilleveryone.

kill by himself!

I will kill you if you set me free,’ the eyes said. ‘Set me free.

We shall not kill and maybe next time we even won’t.

You’re going to kill me.””You were going to die anyway,” replied the Ice Lord.”Yes,” said the Doctor, “but now I’m going to be really annoyed when it happens.

When I was young, I thought it is thunder that kills people. But when I learnt physics in the high school, I discovered that it is rather the lightning that does the killing. The voice of the thunder itself is just a noise. The lightning is the poise!

Complacency kills. Paranoia is the reason I’m still alive.

I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you’re dying, you actually want to hear something really upbeat.

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?

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

…the heart of a child can take forty-nine blows before it’s damaged for ever and what’s done can never be undone.

Yes, he raped me a while ago. Exactly nine months and two days ago. What’s that? Nine months or nine minutes. It’s the same. And it is in the past, you say? Then why is it still happening, every day, every time I close my eyes? Every time I hear someone behind me, and I...

You’ve thrown down the gauntlet. You’ve brought my wrath down upon your house. Now, to prove that I exist I must kill you. As the child outlives the father, so must the character bury the author. If you are, in fact, my continuing author, then killing you will end my existence as well. Small loss....

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.

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.

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.

Loving you is no more a beautiful memory, but now just a pain,I cry and weep every time I walk down the memory lane,Your love always completed me in every sense as a whole,But now it’s just emptiness and sorrow in my heart that drains,Of all the people in the world, you choose me to...

I believe whatever doesn’t kill you, simply makes you stranger.

How can you kill a man who’d already been dead for years?

Beauty is frightening,” they will tell you —Lazily you will arrangeA Spanish shawl on your shoulders,A red rose in your hair.”Beauty is simple,” they will tell you —Clumsily with a motley shawlYou will cover a child up,A red rose on the floor.But, distractedly heedingAll the words sounding around you,Sadly lost in thoughtYou will say about...

The police seemed to think I killed her, which is crazy, because I loved her like a thousand drops of blood dripping down a dagger.

I would rather make love than war, but only because condoms kill millions of lives more enjoyably.

I stepped on the bug to prove I love her, and show that I’d kill for her. Is there really any mystery as to why the guy she was talking to before me just disappeared out of her life?

Protect your good image from the eyes of negative viewers, who may look at your good appearance with an ugly fiendish eye, and ruin your positive qualities with their chemical infested tongues.