Quotes About Consequences

The hardest tumble a man can take is to fall over his own bluff.

Every murder proves that hanging is not altogether deterrent; every hanging, that it is somewhat deterrent—it deters the person hanged.

The only way I can protect him now is to make sure he never understands how easy killing can become.

Let that be a lesson to you," her mother had said, wagging her finger at her daughter. "Those who use magic to find what they seek may not always like what they find.

A life, a history, whole patterns of existence altered, simply by doing nothing. The silent lie. The act of omission.

When you do nothing, what do your children inherit? They inherit, nothing.

When was it exactly that I became... this? By small degrees, I suppose. One act presses hard upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then one day we look up and fine we are... this.

A man who gives all his thought to doing good, but no thought to the consequences …" Father Yarvi lifted his withered hand and pressed its one crooked finger into Brand's chest. "That is a dangerous man.

Let Father Peace spill tears over the methods. Mother War smiles upon results.

It's an awful fine line between being raised above folk like a leader and being raised above ´em like a hanged man on display.

When was it exactly that I became… this? By small degrees, I suppose. One act presses hard upon another, on a path we have no choice but to follow, and each time there are reasons. We do what we must, we do what we are told, we do what is easiest. What else can we do but solve one sordid problem at a time? Then one day we look up and find we are… this.

Recklessness didn't work out for me in the end." - Sand dan Glokta

To regret the methods, you have to win." He couldn't stay on his feet any longer, and he grunted as he took one lurching step and the padded socket squeezed at his stump. "Once you've won ... who cares about the methods?

It's an easy thing to make a man a carcass. He knew a thousand ways to do it. But once you've done it, there's no going back. One minute he's a man, all full up with hopes, and thoughts, and dreams. A man with friends, and family, and a place where he's from. Next minute he's mud.

Fighting every fight you're offered doesn't make you a big man, it makes you a fool.

You killed him all to bits, and robbed everyone who knew him, and cut all the good he might ever do out of the world.

There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not bad luck meant bad plans. And

Every war carries within it the seeds of the next.

My father used to say the seeds of the past bear fruit in the present.

There was no such thing as luck. Luck was a word idiots used to explain the consequences of their own rashness, and selfishness, and stupidity. More often than not, bad luck meant bad plans.

That's the problem with mistakes. You can make'em in an instant. Years upon years spent tiptoeing about like a fool, then you take your eye away for a moment and ... Bang.

If you build your boat from cheese, d'you see, you can't wail at the heavens when it sinks, for cheese is known to be a poor material for boat-building.

Taking vengeance... it might not answer no questions. It sure won't make the world a fairer place or the sun shine warmer. But it's better'n not taking it. It's a damn stretch better.

We are leaders. War is what happens when we fail.