Who said kill or be killed

It was as if he were floating outside his body, his flesh acting on pure animal instinct. To kill or be killed. It was exhilarating. My squad is my family, my gun is my provider, and protector, and my rule is to kill or be killed. The more Indians we can kill A brave and passionate man will kill or be killed. A brave and calm man will always preserve life.

Of these two which is good and which is harmful? I said we aren't here to fucking like Vietnamese things, we're here to kill or be killed by them, and telling me to wander around looking for bright sides and good things is like telling me to hurry up and get dead. You could hear some of the dogs barking, calling out for their owners to come and get them away from there I hated going to those places because I always wanted to take all the dogs home or let them go free, even though I knew most of them would go straight out and be hit by a car or starve to death.

I sometimes wished I could have a place where I could take those dogs and let them live. The Phantom had this sanctuary called Eden and all the animals there lived together, even tigers and baby deer, because they'd never learned it's kill or be killed. The maneaters ate fish out of the lagoon and the island was protected by the Bandar poison pygmies and by the piranha fish in the lagoon.

I would have liked there to be such a place for pets who had been dumped of abandoned. They could feed the owners to the piranha. This isn't a hunt that's going to kill just four or five gray whales. The repercussions of this will have an effect on tens of thousands of whales that will be killed by the Japanese and Norwegians. There are days I long to disappear in the wild, go back to the predator life I was meant to have. Kill the prey or be killed: it's in my genes.

A chimera, that's what I am. And this is my story. Tarzan of the Apes was hungry, and here was meat; meat of the kill, which jungle ethics permitted him to eat. How may we judge him, by what standards, this ape-man with the heart and head and body of an English gentleman, and the training of a wild beast?

Tublat, whom he had hated and who had hated him, he had killed in a fair fight, and yet never had the thought of eating Tublat's flesh entered his head. It would have been as revolting to him as is cannibalism to us. But who was Kulonga that he might not be eaten as fairly as Horta, the boar, or Bara, the deer? Was he not simply another of the countless wild things of the jungle who preyed upon one another to satisfy the cravings of hunger?

The Party was trying to kill the sex instinct, or, if it could not be killed, then to distort it and dirty it. I swear, Six is going to kill us, or worse, maybe she's about to be killed by a swarm of Mogs and we're here lying in the grass about to go through a scene from Romeo and Juliet. A fanatic's willingness to kill or be killed in the service of a cause cannot prove the rightness of that cause.

Time is not something to be killed. Doing so suffocates a part of us, writing off part of our life that could, or rather should, be spent doing something meaningful. Occasionally they would hear a harsh croak or a splash as some amphibian was disturbed, but the only creature they saw was a toad as big as Will's foot, which could only flop in a pain-filled sideways heave as if it were horribly injured.

It lay across the path, trying to move out of the way and looking at them as if it knew they meant to hurt it. I've killed enough living things.

Even a filthy stagnant pool might be better than being dead. But since it can't, I'm not going to kill it. That would be considering our feelings rather than the toad's.

Mercy did not exist in the primordial lite. Kill or be killed , eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of times he obeyed. The world is a jungle and each of us is alone. Each of us is the hunter and every one is the hunted. In this jungle, only the smartest will survive.

Your brother is smart, you are not. You are a fool, filled with stupid notions of duty. Unless you cure yourself of this disease, you are doomed. By integrating women into particularly military institutes, it cripples the readiness of our defense.

Schools like The Citadel train young men to confidently lead other young men into a battlefield where one of them will die. And when you have women in that situation, it creates a whole new set of dynamics which are distracting to training these men to kill or be killed.

If you think that it would be impossible to improve upon the Ten Commandments as a statement of morality, you really owe it to yourself to read some other scriptures. Once again, we need look no further than the Jains: Mahavira, the Jain patriarch, surpassed the morality of the Bible with a single sentence: 'Do not injure, abuse, oppress, enslave, insult, torment, torture, or kill any creature or living being.

Christians have abused, oppressed, enslaved, insulted, tormented, tortured, and killed people in the name of God for centuries, on the basis of a theologically defensible reading of the Bible. From everything that I've read, people before the collapse were what I would politely call "weak". I'm sure they were nice enough, smart enough, and probably thought they had everything under control, but it doesn't take much to shatter your world.

Luk and I had been training for this our entire lives, preparing to enter a world of harsh realities and it's nearly been the end us both multiple times. Back in the day, when chaos reigned, it was kill or be killed , there was little middle ground.

The weak definitely did not inherit the Earth. Strength is survival. My father was convinced the Taliban would hunt him down and kill him, but he again refused security from the police. We are told to remember the idea and not the man. Because a man can fail. He can be caught, he can be killed and forgotten. But years later, an idea can still change the world.

I have witnessed firsthand the power of ideas. I've seen people kill in the name of them. But you cannot kiss an idea Ideas do not bleed.

They do not feel pain. They do not love. And it is not an idea that I miss. It is a man. A man that made me remember the 5th of November. A man that I will never forget. I was created, then the Society ordered the destruction of all mods. The day after I was born, the date of my death was set!

So I sweated in that pill, just waiting to die. Day after day, my brothers and sisters were killed. Then I got lucky and got shipped out with a load of goods by mistake. Still, I always expected to be discovered and destroyed. I had a lot of time to think about things. I decided no one has the right to take a life. I exist! I should have the right to live and die freely!! Like humans, or even bugs. Even a mod should have that right. So I refuse to take a life. I won't kill When we hunt or fish, we deliberately kill a defenseless being who wishes us no harm.

This is a direct violation of the First Precept. It is absolutely forbidden to Buddhists. As to eating meat, we know that the only way we can obtain it is for an animal to be killed. Therefore, when we eat meat, it is our intent that an innocent animal should die to satisfy our addiction to flesh. And that underlying intention, no matter how well hidden behind a smokescreen of rationalizations will block the growth of compassion and create negative karma.

Stop feeling useless and worthless. Stop drowning in regret. Stop listening to the persistent voice of your past failures. You were that child once, who Margo would have killed for. Fight for yourselves. You have a right to live, and to live well. You'll inherit flaws; you'll develop new ones. And that's okay. Wear them, own them, use them to survive.

Don't kill others; don't kill yourselves. Be bold about your right to be loved. And most importantly, don't be ashamed of where you've come from, or the mistakes you've made. In blindness, love will exhume you. I am the force willing to change direction. I have chose life instead of murder, I am the force, who sits at peace, at least for now, I am the force, who could destroy lives, I am nothing and everything, I could be a monk and the one who killed the masses, I am nothing and everything, I am a willing force, one way or the other.

The end of man is knowledge, but there is one thing he can't know. He can't know whether knowledge will save him or kill him. He will be killed, all right, but he can't know whether he is killed because of the knowledge which he has got or because of the knowledge which he hasn't got and which if he had it, would save him. She was intensely sympathetic. She was immensely charming. She was utterly unselfish. She excelled in the difficult arts if family life. She sacrificed herself daily.

If there was chicken, she took the led; if there was a draft she sat in it in short she was so constituted that she never had a mind or wish of her own, but preferred to sympathize always with the minds and wishes of others I did my best to kill her. My excuse, if I were to be had up in a court of law, would be that I acted in self defense. Had I not killed her, she would have killed me. Krishna says, fight.

He says, go out on the battlefield and kill those people whom it's your job to kill; and whether they were your friends or not, you have to look at the big picture. In the big picture, you can't go kill anybody, you can't be killed. And I know why our friendship must be kept a secret. Or they will kill You like they killed You in the Bible. And then we could not be together. When I read the draft notice, I cry.

Not because I'm a coward - I'm not afraid of anyone. But I don't want to kill or be killed. I said we aren't here to fucking like Vietnamese things, we're here to kill or be killed by them, and telling me to wander around looking for bright sides and good things is like telling me to hurry up and get dead.

This isn't a hunt that's going to kill just four or five gray whales. The repercussions of this will have an effect on tens of thousands of whales that will be killed by the Japanese and Norwegians. I think that with 'The Vampire Diaries,' you never know what's going to happen, and I don't think the characters necessarily know, either. So you can only weigh so much, and then it might just come down to ' kill or be killed.

A fanatic's willingness to kill or be killed in the service of a cause cannot prove the rightness of that cause. I had to kill or be killed It was the only way I could survive But I never enjoyed it like YOU do. Yes, my EYE is different from yours But never forget I'm also human. The more Indians we can kill My squad was my family, my gun was my provider and protector, and my rule was to kill or be killed. Kill or be killed , eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of Time.

It's like kill or be killed , that's my thing basically. He shot everything that moved in a blind fury. It was as if he were floating outside his body, his flesh acting on pure animal instinct. To kill or be killed. It was exhilarating. Losing your innocence has very little to do with virginity, you know. Loss of innocence comes when you have to deal with the real world by yourself, when you learn that the first rule of life is kill or be killed.

So different from one's nursery stories. Time is not something to be killed. Doing so suffocates a part of us, writing off part of our life that could, or rather should, be spent doing something meaningful. He must master or be mastered; while to show mercy was a weakness. Mercy did not exist in the primordial lite. It was misunderstood for fear, and such misunderstandings made for death. Kill or be killed , eat or be eaten, was the law; and this mandate, down out of the depths of times he obeyed.

It leaves men no choice but to fight to seize political power to rob or be robbed, to kill or be killed Statism survives by looting; a free country survives by production. They soon discover they're being hunted by more than just the law - but rather a merciless, unexpected evil quite possibly greater than themselves. You reap what you sow. Horror Mystery Thriller Western.

Not Rated. Did you know Edit. Trivia The movie's lead character, Claude Barbee, is actually named after the real life Texas outlaw who killed a Deputy in a gunfight on a west Texas ranch in the early 's. Barbee, whose brother was a Texas Ranger, fled before being captured, but escaped.

He was pursued by Pat Garrett at one point, but gave the lawman the slip and made it out to California, where he lived under an assumed name until he died in Goofs Towards the end of the movie, Slap was shot by the Sheriff in the side of the ribs. When Sweet Tooth takes out the bullet, the bullet hole is up in his left shoulder. User reviews 28 Review. Top review. This is NOT your familiar, benign Western. The best way to approach this movie is to ask yourself the following questions: "Do I like independent, lower budget movies?

That's what great independent movies do. They offer an alternative to the spoon fed Hollywood crap. The main characters are bad people, and it gets darker and darker as it goes further into the story. I was throughly entertained by all the elements and will recommend this one to anyone who answers "yes" the the above questions. Have fun. Details Edit.