The real violence, the violence that I realized was unforgivable, is the violence that we do to ourselves, when we’re too afraid to be who we really are.
People who get violent get that way because they can’t communicate.
In all the world, violent men are the easiest to deal with.
Violence makes violence, makes nothing much at all.
Violence is a disease. You don’t cure a disease by spreading it to more people.
These violent delights have violent ends.[quoting Romeo and Juliet: Act 2, Scene 6]
At its heart, violence is almost always, in one way or another, personal.
Violence is discouraged but not prohibited.
Violence changes things.
Violence is indiscriminate. If you use it as a tool, it will do more than just kill your enemies. Sometimes it will kill the ones you love most.
Violence begets violence. It just doesn’t always look the same. Some suffer in silence, desperate to escape their pain. Some of us do violence to ourselves. Some try to break the pattern.
There’s only one way to end violence. Everybody everywhere has to stop.
