Kesha Quotes

Sometimes I think that the biggest difference between men and women is that more men need to seek out some terrible lurking thing in existence and hurl themselves upon it. Women know where it lives but they can let it alone.

Usually when a lot of men get together, it's called a war.

In the younger days of the Republic there lived in the county of - two men, who were admitted on all hands to be the very best men In the county; which, in the Georgia vocabulary, means they could flog any other two men in the county.

Most of the people who get sent to die in wars are young men who've got a lot of energy and would probably rather, in a better world, be putting that energy into copulation rather than going over there and blowing some other young man's guts out.

From the happy expression on their faces you might have supposed that they welcomed the war. I have met with men who loved stamps, and stones, and snakes, but I could not imagine any man loving war.

The men whose manhood you have broken will loathe you, and will always be brooding and scheming to strike a fresh blow.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

Lonely women destroy themselves; lonely men threaten the world.

Men killing other men really is an extraordinary phenomenon. Why does it happen? And how long has it gone on? And have the motives changed?

Football is a violent game. We are violent men.

When women kiss it always reminds one of prize fighters shaking hands.

There is no hunting like the hunting of man, and those who have hunted armed men long enough and liked it, never care for anything else thereafter.

Economic aggression can have no other offspring than war. It is dangerous as it is futile.

Personally, whichever ball is lose, I will smash that ball.

I'm going to smash Wayne McCullough to bits. And when you see him smashed to bits, you're going to see the same thing I'd have done to Barry McGuigan, his friend and idol.

I love watching other guys fight.

Patrick Cote, that would be one way traffic. I'd destroy the guy.

The combative instinct is a savage prompting by which one man's good is found in another's evil.

Some men, at the approach of a dispute, neigh like horses.

Destroy or be destroyed! I just love that way of life!

I'll fight somebody in my backyard for free, just to see if I'm better than him.

Man, I can assure you, is a nasty creature.

Men in rage strike those that wish them best.

A revolution is bloody. Revolution is hostile. Revolution knows no compromise. Revolution overturns and destroys everything that gets in its way.

Phoebe tapped the toe of her sneaker against the dock. “There’s only one good use for a man like Heath Champion.” “Here we go again,” Molly muttered. Phoebe’s lip curled. “Target practice.