Tacitus Quotes

There's a lot of hate in the world.

It belongs to human nature to hate those you have injured.

I can think of endless horrible things to do to people!

Deliberate violence is more to be quenched than a fire.

When I'm forced by circumstances to be in a crowd of prisoners, it's all I can do to refrain from attack.

I want to hit him, step away and watch him hurt. I want his heart.

Anger is energising. The opposite of anger is depression, which is anger turned inward.

I wish that every one of them had his devilish head shot off.

I used to be angry all the time and at everybody. I would get really violent.

Violence is part of everybody's life, whether you like or express it or not. My work utilises all the energies that I have, and part of it is violent, and I'd rather it be out than in.

I like hurting people.

It's been so long since I've let myself feel anger that I don't just feel it. It covers my mouth and I swallow it down, the taste sharp and metal as though I'm gnawing through foilware.

Most women have not even been able to touch this anger, except to drive it inward like a rusted nail.

Awash in a flood of hostility and despair, they battled and railed and shattered their bodies on one another, unable to find one strand, one sobering swallow of solace.

I don't remember what they said, only the fury of their words, how the air turned raw and full of welts. Later it would remind me of birds trapped inside a closed room, flinging themselves against the windows and the walls, against each other.

For a moment Jack felt the strongest inclination to snatch up his little gilt chair and beat the white-faced man down with it.

Jeb climbed the ladder Fang had just lowered and I indulged in a moments fantasy about someone slamming the trapdoor on his head.”-max

Shut your damn mouth.

I hate that Alex [James] and Damon [Albarn]. I hope they catch AIDS and die.

I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you told

Fear, she's the mother of violence.

Fear is a vile thing, and is at the bottom of almost every wrong and hatred of the world.

My feelings - as usual - we will slaughter them all.

Hate is a cancer that spreads one cell at a time.

Miles exhaled carefully, faint with rage and reminded grief. He does not know, he told himself. He cannot know... "Ivan, one of these days somebody is going to pull out a weapon and plug you, and you're going to die in bewilderment, crying, "What did I say? What did I say?" "What did I say?" asked Ivan indignantly.