#kill

Just a simple choice, right now, between fear and love. The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors, buy guns, close yourself off. The eyes of love instead see all of us as one.” -Bill Hicks ↗

— Bill Hicks

#fear-mongering #fearkiller #love #love

I danced frightening things. They were frightened of me and therefore thought that I wanted to kill them. I did not want to kill anyone. I loved everyone, but no one loved me, and therefore I became nervous. ↗

— Vaslav Nijinsky

#frightening #kill #love #nervous #love

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

— Toba Beta

#love #orgasm #sex #truth #love

Mira sat down on the rim of the fountain. The marble ledge was damp, and mist sprinkled her skin. Coins shimmered under the water like fish scales. She counted them, each one a wish, and wondered how love could be anything but good. ↗

— Sarah Cross

#kill-me-softly #mira #love

A naked blade hid nothing, feared nothing. She wanted to be like that. Because that was how you found yourself, created yourself. You didn't hide. You didn't wait for the perfect moment to settle on you like a butterfly, like magic. You went out and made magic. Made your own wishes come true. ↗

— Sarah Cross

#bravery #fear #kill-me-softly #sarah-cross #bravery

If the enemy is a significant part of your body, then how do you destroy it without killing yourself? ↗

— Toba Beta

#killing #love #love

You can die trying to get along with a disagreeable man,” she said, and I put a star beside it when I wrote it down and then taped it to the rear-view mirror for the rest of the drive. She hadn’t said “abusive,” I noticed; she had said that just disagreeable could kill you. ↗

— Debby Bull

#killing #marriage #love

Farming is backbreaking work, but at least it is honest labor. This killing isn’t honest. It is thievery… the thievery of men’s lives, and no right-minded person should aspire to it. ↗

— Christopher Paolini

#thievery #war #men

I feel I could kill. I feel that I might like it. And I know that this should scare me. But it doesn't. It excites me. I am in Plato's cave, watching the shadows and fraught with the desire to hunt what casts them. ↗

— Nenia Campbell

#evil-men #killing #murder #psychopaths #men

To venture ... close (to a lion) on foot ... would mean the sudden shattering of any kindly belief that the similarity of the lion and the pussy cat goes much beyond their whiskers. But then, since men still live by the sword, it's a little optimistic to expect the lion to withdraw his claws, handicapped as he is by his inability to read our better effusions about the immorality of bloodshed. ↗

— Beryl Markham

#danger #killing #lions #men