A Quote by Margarethe von Trotta

I am not in favor of killing - that for me is the line not to be crossed. — © Margarethe von Trotta
I am not in favor of killing - that for me is the line not to be crossed.
The fact that we're all hyphenating our names suggests that we are afraid of being assimilated. I was talking on the BBC recently, and this woman introduced me as being "in favor of assimilation." I said, "I'm not in favor of assimilation." I am no more in favor of assimilation than I am in favor of the Pacific Ocean. Assimilation is not something to oppose or favor - it just happens.
One thing is to escape from prison, but what the Texas 7 did that night crossed the line they should have never crossed.
Yeah, I am in favor of migration. But I am also in favor of education. But at the same time, I am in favor of progressive taxation. I think we need all of this. I think we don't have to choose one.
I was never in favor of violence. I am always in favor of expressing anger, though. I am always in favor of revolt, and can even understand some forms of property crime.
I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.
Theres a fine line between physical and thug ball, and the Knicks have crossed the line on occasion.
There's a fine line between physical and thug ball, and the Knicks have crossed the line on occasion.
Sure, I’m gray-shading the line that separates stable and crazy, but the point is, there is a line. And I haven’t completely crossed over to lunatic.
You can do something that walks a line, and invariably, whatever that line is, it will be crossed by people who don't know any better and want to ape the success.
I have crossed over to a place where I never thought I’d be. I am someone I would have never imagined. A secret. A dream. I am this, body and soul. Burn me. Drown me. Tell me lies. I will still be who I am.
I am in favor of stem-cell research. I am not in favor of creating new human embryos through cloning.
It was moving, but so absurd that I nearly laughed out loud. I imagined a new line of Hallmark cards: "Thank you for not killing my boyfriend, even if it risks killing you.
I'm always in favor of more glamour. I embarrass my children, I think. I am the lady in feathers in the car pool line.
A moment comes in war when the last line must be crossed. The line that separates what you hold dear from what total war demands. If he couldn't cross that line, the battle was over, and he was lost. His heart, the war. Her face, the battlefield. With a cry only he could hear, the hunter turned. And ran.
"It almost always happens that people enjoy a few moments and then afterwards feel very guilty. The guilt arises because of the ego. The ego starts torturing them, "What are you doing? Have you decided to kill me? And I am your only treasure. Killing me? You will be destroyed. Killing me is destroying yourself."
I am determined not to kill, not to let others kill, and not to condone any act of killing in the world, in my thinking, and in my way of life. We cannot support any act of killing; no killing can be justified. But not to kill is not enough ... If in your thinking you allow the killing to go on, you also break this precept. We must be determined not to condone killing, even in our minds.
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