{"quotes":[{"text":"The future is the lie with which we justify the brutality of the present.","author":"Anthony Marra","tags":["brutality","future"],"id":5077,"author_id":"Anthony+Marra"},{"text":"Today was the day to win again, Javlei held his axe in hand he had killed many people with it he didn't care that he had blood on his hands. He had won the STEDFARST races every year so far by being ruthless butchering other racers as he went.","author":"Charon Lloyd-Roberts","tags":["brutality","contest","contest-winner","dark","dystopian","race","stedfarst"],"id":5120,"author_id":"Charon+Lloyd-Roberts"},{"text":"Compassion and brutality can coexist in the same individual and in the same moment...","author":"Primo Levi","tags":["brutality","compassion","human-nature","primo-levi","the-drowned-and-the-saved"],"id":10865,"author_id":"Primo+Levi"},{"text":"As he plods behind Cameron and Summer, he can’t help but stare at Summer’s exposed, glistening skin. His thoughts aren’t depraved or even mildly in the splasher. In fact, he focuses on the marks of cruelty crisscrossing her back, stomach, and shoulders. He trudges along, drenched, feet swollen, constantly searching for even a hint of a breeze, all while being forced to stare at the alarming network of burns traversing Summer’s delicate skin. This latticework of hate reveals a brutal truth—one he can scarcely comprehend. Yes, he’s glimpsed and felt her scars before, but this is the first time he’s really, truly seen the severity and extent of her life as a slave. With each step, he must digest the monstrosities of her past, leaving him utterly devastated.","author":"Laura Kreitzer","tags":["brutality","dystopian","jungle","romance","scifi","slavery"],"id":24151,"author_id":"Laura+Kreitzer"},{"text":"They believe civilization weakens natural selection. They do nature’s work so that we do not become a soft race.","author":"Pierce Brown","tags":["brutality","civilization","natural-selection","politics","strong","weak"],"id":24817,"author_id":"Pierce+Brown"},{"text":"I'd seen glimpses of a different me. It was a different me because in those increments of time I thought I actually became a winner.The truth, however, is painful.It was a truth that told me with a scratching internal brutality that I was me, and that winning wan't natural for me. It had to be fought for, in the echoes and trodden footprints of my mind. In a way, I had to scavenge for moments of alrightness.","author":"Markus Zusak","tags":["alrightness","brutality","footprints","mind","natural","scavenge","truth","winning"],"id":28572,"author_id":"Markus+Zusak"},{"text":"- I didn't seduce her! OK, I didn't know exactly what I was doing. It seemed like fun and then... Well, THAT happened. - said Ronnie. - It wasn't intentional. I did it for shits and giggles, alright? We never had sex. She was mortified at the thought of losing her job, but I told her that I wouldn't tell anyone.\t- Well... You just did. - said Tyler.\t- You two aren't just 'anyone'. That's the difference. - said Ronnie and resumed his task... Until his ears caught a disturbing row of cries for help.\t- What kind of language is that? - Tyler asked.\t- It's... Hindi. Urdu, to be specific. - Ronnie answered.\t- How the fuck do you know? - Tyler asked.\t- Just found it out. - answered Ronnie.\t- Well, where does that lead us? - asked Tyler once again.\t- Pakistan. - said Garret.\t- We're not going there saving Muslims from the clutches of radical Islam and fighting for human rights, are we? - said Tyler.\t- No, obviously. But if their lives are in danger, we'll help. Not because some non-governmental organisation is obsessed with political correctness and equal rights, but because they don't deserve to die just because some delusional maniac decided to play God with their fate. - said Ronnie.","author":"Momchil Yoskov","tags":["blood","brutality","brutally-honest","death","heavy-metal","science-fiction","sociopolitical-manipulation","violence"],"id":30452,"author_id":"Momchil+Yoskov"},{"text":"Well, do you suppose I made up my mind then that what I had seen was something sickening? Not a bit of it. 'If it was done with such assurance and everyone thought it was necessary, then they must have known something I didn't,' was what I thought, and I tried to find out what it was. But I couldn't, no matter how hard I exerted myself. And since I couldn't, I couldn't join the army as I'd planned to, and not only did I not join the army, I couldn't find a place for myself anywhere in society, and ended up being no good for anything, as you can see.'Oh yes, we know all about how you're no good for anything,' said one of us, 'But tell us: how many men would be no good for anything if it weren't for the likes of you?","author":"Leo Tolstoy","tags":["aristocracy","brutality","military","morality","nobility","oppression","pretense","propaganda","right-from-wrong","russia"],"id":42298,"author_id":"Leo+Tolstoy"},{"text":"Violence is weakness. True strength comes not through brutality and savagery, but through tenderness, mercy and grace.","author":"Mango Wodzak","tags":["brutality","compassion","grace","mercy","savagery","strength","tenderness","true-strength","violence","weakness"],"id":44212,"author_id":"Mango+Wodzak"},{"text":"It dropped ice to the bottom of his stomach. He thought of the ruined bodies he'd seen, including the ones he himself had ruined. He realized that he had somehow expected that he'd never have to think again about the way people damage other people. The night of the invasion. Kestrel's back. His own. Roshar's scarred face. His own.","author":"Marie Rutkoski","tags":["arin","bad-memories","brutality","damage","nighmare","scars","violence","war"],"id":44710,"author_id":"Marie+Rutkoski"}],"pagination":{"page":1,"page_size":10,"total":47,"pages":5,"next":"?page=2\u0026page_size=10"}}