ThunderClan warriors don’t kill unless they have to

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

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...

Adversity kills fearful people just by showing them its weapons. As to whether that weapon is fatal or fake, they don’t care to know before they surrender!

Even if you take every year the problems of malaria, tuberculosis and HIV /AIDS, which are horrible, pandemic influenza has the potential in just one fell swoop to kill so many more people than those...

Well, you could rejuvenate a man like a tree. Cut off bad memories of him, scrape off all pain, all disappointments, like dead tissue; cut off mistakes, stupid decisions, mistakes, x-ray thoughts. And that it...

… have a smile for everyone you meet and a plan to kill them.

Most of the dreams that have suffered to death were murdered by their own owners.

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

Some think intuition is a gift, but it can be a curse as well–a voice calling to us from places that are better left unexplored…an echo of memories that will never die, no matter how...

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

I will live to see tomorrow’s sunset. Make no mistake. I swear. I will live to see as many sunsets as it takes. And I will kill you. With my bare hands.

Hope can kill you but it will not let you die.

Like it or not, there are people who are capable to love genuinely and kill brutally. The amazing thing about that, few of those could even sleep well like babies in the night.

I wish you all had one neck and that I had my hands on it.

In a lot of ways I am like a duck. I love the water; I have large, web-like feet; and I could never kill a man, unless that man tasted like soggy bread and I...

It’s better to err on the side of more, than less, except if you’re talking about killing people with the last name of Moore.

So that was where we were in our relationship.Derwent’s scale ran all the way from wouldn’t piss-on-you-if-you-were-on-fire to would-kill-for-you-no-need-to-ask-twice. I was quite glad to be somewhere near the middle.

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

An evil can only be killed by another kind of evil, because the pure spirit of peace can not do killing.

Kill you all!” The clown was laughing and screaming. “Try to stop me and I’ll kill you all! Drive you crazy and then kill you all! You can’t stop me!

He goes on and on about war like it is something beautiful and noble, which only means he’s never seen it himself. War is hideous and it leaves you covered in shit. I cannot kill...

Your own forefathers killed to have and hold the land where you were born, and sought to extinguish the memories and souls of those that were slain. What of those who prayed in the mountains...

The truth is I did try to stab him. I tried to stab him with a butter knife. Why? Because it seemed deadlier than trying to stab him with a melting stick of butter.

Kill all the prisoners, because they’re costing us too much money. Wait! No, kill all the politicians, because they’re spending too much money.

There’s always someone we’d love to kill, the trick is to make it not look like an accident

Shut up or I’ll kill you.

So, come on! Kill me if you can!!

It’s not catastrophes, murders, deaths, diseases, that age and kill us; it’s the way people look and laugh, and run up the steps of omnibuses.

The spirit who inhabits her animates us all. Destroy the host, you destroy the power. The young die first; the old wither slowly; the eldest perhaps would go last. But she is the Queen of...

Death cannot stop true love. That’s why it’s pointless for me to try to murder all my adoring female fans.

The philosophy of taking up arms to kill for God is the worst blasphemy any man or group of men can ever invent as an excuse to snuff out human life

I put the hell in hello—especially when waving at my mother-in-law. If looks could kill, she’d wish she were Helen Keller.

You never look that close unless it’s one or the other.

If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they’ll kill you.

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...

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

I have no desire whatever to reform myself. My only desire is to reform people who try to reform me. And I believe that the only way to reform people is to kill ’em.

I killed a flea this morning. I may have been a bit overzealous, because I accidentally killed the cat too.

Don’t be surprised if I try to stab you with a club sandwich sword. I will defend your right to free speech at any cost—including killing you.

Just as the unwanted pregnancy, there are unwanted people in your life you should strive to abort, and such abortion is not sin, nor harm, but the eradication of a destructive foetus.

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.

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

Those that can heal can harm; those that can cure can kill.

As a person i couldnt say, although i am well apuainted with tales of his atrocities. every time brom and i crossed paths with him, he was trying to kill us. or ratar, capture, torture,...

Hard work will never kill you; it’s only going to make you gain more muscles to gather your bumper harvests! Do it and do it hard!

And the blood remembers what the heart has never learned. The approach to kill. (“The Moon Of Montezuma”)

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

We see them oiling their weapons to kill the gryphon they think is hiding in our hen coop. And we cannot help laughing.

Do you feel it? It’s a heightening of the senses, the kind that immobilizes a cat crossing the street, transfixed by the blinding headlights of a speeding car. You know you have to head for...