Quotes About Conscienceless

After she had come out of her downward spiral, she had studied up on this condition, and was amazed by what she found. Fully one percent of the population fell into this category, and many were brilliant and high functioning, becoming extraordinarily successful scientists, politicians, and CEOs, mostly because they were utterly ruthless and predatory, had no conscience, and didn't feel guilt or shame.

A State that faces, as the utmost and severe danger from its ignorance, injustice, favourable tendency, transgression, specific sympathies, and conscienceless media; conversely, as such dangerous risk even from an enemy is impossible.

To an ignorant lady, she wants to look attractive and beautiful while some conscienceless men prey on her life.

I had recognized the foe I was to fight – false heroism that prefers to send others to suffering and death, the cheap optimism of the conscienceless prophets, both political and military who, boldly promising victory, prolong the war, and behind them the hired chorus, the "word makers of war" as Werfel has pilloried them in his beautiful poem.

The ocean has the conscienceless temper of a savage autocrat spoiled by much adulation. —JOSEPH CONRAD, The Mirror of the Sea

we have given you a world as contradictory as a female, as cabbalistic as a male, a conscienceless hermaphrodite who plays heaven off against hell, hell off against heaven, revolving in the ballroom of the skies glittering with conflict as diamonds: we have wasted paradox and mystery on you when all you ask us for is cause and effect! A copy of your birth-certificate was all you needed to make you at peace with Creation. How uneconomical the whole thing's been.

Trump's behavior is conscienceless, showing utter disregard for the safety of others, consistent irresponsibility, callousness, cynicism and disrespect of other human beings. Contempt for truth and honesty, and for norms, rules and laws. A complete inability to feel remorse, or guilt.

No, writing has not changed me for the better at all; I have merely used up part of my restless, conscienceless youth. What value to me will these discontented pages be? The book, the vow, are worth no more than one is worth oneself. One can never be sure of saving one's soul by writing. One may go writing on and on with a soul already lost.

In crime the egoist has hitherto asserted himself and mocked at the sacred; the break with the sacred, or rather of the sacred, may become general. A revolution never returns, but an immense, reckless, shameless, conscienceless, proud—crime, doesn't it rumble in the distant thunder, and don't you see how the sky grows ominously silent and gloomy?