Quotes About Consequences

Successes are secret and thankless, failures are splashy and gain you only blame.

A Caligula, or a Yuri Vorbarra, can rule a long time, while the best men hesitate to do what is necessary to stop him, and the worst ones take advantage.

If only you were willing to betray a trust, why, the most amazing range of possible actions opened up to you.

If he ever does do himself in, I'm betting it'll be something that involves large explosions. And lots of innocent bystanders, probably.

It's easy for the central authorities to make the rules, but these people have to live every minute of the consequences.

Or that they believed you would not be here to inflict the consequences," said Ekaterin. Had they meant Vorkosigan to die, too? Or . . . what? "Oh, nice. That's reassuring." He bit rather aggressively into the last of his sandwich. She rested her chin on her hand and regarded him with wry curiosity. "Does ImpSec know you babble like this?

Lordship comes too easy, for some. And it was lordship near slew the world.

About Rish. You're not making her, like, fall in love with you or anything, are you? Because you could be reassigned or something, and have to drop her. And I don't want to be stuck in a flat full of weeping, angry women, with no male to take it out on but me.

The really unforgivable acts are committed by calm men in beautiful green silk rooms, who deal death wholesale, by the shipload, without lust, or anger, or desire, or any redeeming emotion to excuse them but cold fear of some pretended future. But the crimes they hope to prevent in that future are imaginary. The ones they commit in the present—they are real." His voice fell, as he spoke, so that by the end he was almost whispering.

So"—Miles swallowed—"what happens now, sirs? Will I be charged with high treason?" "For the second time in four years?" said Illyan. "Hell, no. I'm not going through that again. I will simply disappear you, until this blows over. Where to, I haven't quite figured yet. Kyril Island is out.

Dr. Yei," Bannerji objected, "if you're trying to knock a man out you've got to hit him a lot harder than that." Yei recoiled fearfully as Van Atta surged up out of his seat. "I didn't want to risk killing him . . ." "Why not?" muttered Bannerji under his breath. Furiously

A Degtiar empress named Lisbet Trapped a satrap lord neatly in his net. Enticed into treason For all the wrong reasons, He'll soon have a crash with his kismet.

If he's dumb enough to tempt a woman wielding a knife, then he deserves everything after that.

she had known better. She should have sent Alex after him. She should have sent anyone after him but herself. Because she had known how it would end, and she had known where he would want it to go. Rather than accepting that, she had fooled herself into thinking that taking her, realizing her innocence, her feelings for him, that he would show a spark of possessiveness. Just a moment's hesitancy in sharing her with other men, with seeing another man touching her, taking her.

My attitude toward men who mess around is simple: If you find 'em, kill 'em.

God, lots of psychopaths walked free, in every culture and in every walk of life.

I believe "I was only…" are three of the most dangerous words in the English language. "I was only joking." "I was only trying to help." "I was only…" No. You weren't.

Do you really think the rape of a continent dissolves in cigarette smoke?

Convinced, as Ruth was, despite the one lung, the lip blisters, and the kelodial track across her ribs, that at the end she would regret the cigarettes she hadn't smoked more than the ones she had.

War is wonderful, until someone is killed.

He is a fool who will descend into a well on another man's rope.

Aye, but a hand properly used can be as dangerous as a knife . . . And a man is not lynched for what he does with his hands.

as they were, and skillful with weapons, they went about where they liked and did as they pleased, approaching the inevitable time when they would cross the wrong man

you stick your lunch-hooks into my corn bin without I say and you'll catch yourself a death of cold, because I'll open your belly with a shotgun.