Best 77 quotes in «murderer quotes» category

A murderer was a worthy companion.

Assassin?...that sounds so exotic...i was just a murderer

Female murderers get sheaves of offers of marriage.

Besides, who wants to read about success, anyway? Successful serial murderers, maybe.

I actually met a producer of Stanley Kubrick's who told me that Kubrick had never even thought about doing Perfume: The Story Of A Murderer. He just read it and didn't want to do it - that's it. There's a myth around that he said it's not filmable. But he never wanted to film it.

I know that philosophically a murderer is not responsible for his crime, but I prefer not to take tea with him.

Even in my most inflamed moment I never supported a racist mass murderer.

If you can turn a murderer into a mere thief, you are making progress.

I recognize in thieves, traitors and murderers, in the ruthless and the cunning, a deep beauty - a sunken beauty.

I have never yet heard of a murderer who was not afraid of a ghost.

Law that shocks equity is reason's murderer.

Israeli murderers are called "commandos," Arab commandos are called "terrorists.

I love Nudge, Nudge is a great kid, but that motormouth of hers could have turned Mother Teresa into an ax murderer.

It is ourselves we have to fear. Prejudice is the real robber, and vice the real murderer.

It’s one thing if a person learns you’re a witch. It’s quite another if he learns you’re a murderer. I almost forget I’m a witch now that I know I’m a murderer—murderess, actually. Murderess sounds so much worse.

Lecter is so lucid, so perceptive; he's trained in psychiatry... and he's a mass murderer.

Murderer who lives in my building. His name is Dan Bevacqua. Hes a fiction writer.

Many of the Nazis were convicted after the war, but they were not convicted for being 'unreasonable'. They were convicted for being gruesome murderers.

Maybe you could casually mention to Zoe that I'm not now, nor have I ever been, an axe murderer." "I'll see if I can work it into our next conversation," Flynn promised.

My mission is to kill time, and time's to kill me in its turn. How comfortable one is among murderers.

Putin is not a mass murderer. But, having said that, he is a product of the KGB, and the KGB was, of course, the secret police force of the Soviet Union.

So the good prince was a murderer and the evil queen wasn't a witch after all.

Just because one of Arlene's husbands was a murderer is no reason for me to be ugly

Official history is believing the murderers at their word.

People kill for money or for power. But the most ruthless murderers are those who kill for their ideas.

The thief and the murderer follow nature just as much as the philanthropist.

Suicides are timid murderers. Masochism instead of Sadism.

The death penalty makes us all murderers.

The typical mass murderer is extraordinarily ordinary.

Truly, whoever we are, wherever we reside, we exist upon the whim of murderers.

The secret ballot makes a secret government; and a secret government is a secret band of robbers and murderers.

A good leader protects his own, if you ask me.

Vegans are murderers, just like everyone else.

A killer is someone who killed another without their country’s permission.

A murderer is a killer without a uniform.

You can put a murderer in a suit, and hes still a murderer.

And at that moment, Thibaut knew he was a murderer. He had murdered his brother that night; he had taken away his brother's soul.

A predator is what you are, and nothing you can do will change that. But being a killer is a choice you make. That’s the dilemma of free will. You can’t change your nature, but you can decide how to act on it.

Assassins take no pride in fighting fairly. We take pride in winning.

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!

Even those who want to go to heaven would rather kill than be killed.

What do the nationalists say about killers punishing murderers and thieves sentencing looters?

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside. The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wife which made me worse. I howled in my cell. If the Devil is gone then how could this be hell?

He finally found someone like him. Someone who shared his abilities, someone who understood what he had to go through every day. And she turned out to be bad. Evil. A murderess and a thief. That hurt more than not knowing if he would ever find someone else out there like him.

He is a demon, Clarissa,” said Valentine, still in the same soft voice. “A demon with a man’s face. I know how deceptive such monsters can be. Remember, I spared him once myself.” “Monster?” echoed Clary. She thought of Luke, Luke pushing her on the swings when she was five years old, higher, always higher; Luke at her graduation from middle school, camera clicking away like a proud father’s; Luke sorting through each box of books as it arrived at his store, looking for anything she might like and putting it aside. Luke lifting her up to pull apples down from the trees near his farmhouse. Luke, whose place as her father this man was trying to take. “Luke isn’t a monster,” she said in a voice that matched Valentine’s, steel for steel. “Or a murderer. You are.” “Clary!” It was Jace. Clary ignored him. Her eyes were fixed on her father’s cold black ones. “You murdered your wife’s parents, not in battle but in cold blood,” she said. “And I bet you murdered Michael Wayland and his little boy, too. Threw their bones in with my grandparents’ so that my mother would think you and Jace were dead. Put your necklace around Michael Wayland’s neck before you burned him so everyone would think those bones were yours. After all your talk about the untainted blood of the Clave — you didn’t care at all about their blood or their innocence when you killed them, did you? Slaughtering old people and children in cold blood, that’s monstrous.

Hello?” I ask. No one is there. Not a word. Not a whisper. Not a single sound resonating from the other side of the receiver. “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.

Holy wars, aerial raids and bombardments, military invasions and terrorism are but crimes seeking a reason to be. - On Wars

I belong to no one. On this night, I swear to you that I will rise above everything you’ve ever taught me. I will become a force that this world has never known. I will come into such power that none will dare hurt me again.

I couldn't stop now. I'd caused so much misery that stopping now would earn me all the misery plus no reward at the end. I had to keep going.

I grew excited when I realized this basic asymmetry implied that nothing – no evidence, no information, no facts or data – connected me to the stranger except for the evidence of my own personal observations which remained private as long as I kept them that way. And what did that mean? First of all, it meant I could influence the stranger’s life in any way I wanted without him or anyone else suspecting my involvement. But what did that mean? Among other things, it meant I could disrupt this man’s life in some rather extreme ways and never become a suspect in a subsequent investigation. Or did it mean that? I wasn’t sure but I felt I needed to find out.