Quotes About Consequences

Once you've started cheating, does it really matter what your methods are?

Is your life ruined? Is it such a disaster for people to know the truth about you?

Oh God. I'm losing it. Everyone knows this is how criminals get caught. They add too many details and trip themselves up.

The trouble is, I'm sorry doesn't power anything. It drags you down.

Truly, to tell lies is not honorable; but when the truth entails tremendous ruin, to speak dishonorably is pardonable.

The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves.

Think again, Electra. Don't say anymore. Don't you see what you're doing? You make your own pain. Why keep wounding yourself? With so much evil stored up in that cold dark soul of yours you breed enemies everywhere you touch.

Enough words! The criminals are escaping, we the victims, we stand still.

ISMENE: How can I live alone, without her? CREON: Her? Don't even mention her-- she no longer exists. ISMENE: What? You'd kill your own son's bride? CREON: Absolutely: there are other fields for him to plow.

True, as unwisdom is the worst of ills

Alas! how terrible it is to know, Where no good comes of knowing!

Money! Money's the curse of man, none greater. That's what wrecks cities, banishes men from homes, Tempts and deludes the most well-meaning soul, Pointing out the way to infamy and shame. - Creon

The penalty is death: yet hope of gain Hath lured men to their ruin oftentimes.

The soul that has conceived one wickedness can nurse no good thereafter.

The blackest things a man can do, I have done them all!

Banish the man, or pay back blood with blood. Murder sets the plague-storm on the city.

Creon is not your downfall, no, you are your own.

you'll pay in tears, I promise you, for this, this witch-hunt.

And a crowd of other horrors you'd never dream will level you with yourself and all your children.

Look at you, sullen in yielding, brutal in your rage— you will go too far. It's perfect justice: natures like yours are hardest on themselves

Evil gains work their punishment.

I tell you neither the waters of the Danube nor the Nile can wash this palace clean.

But the hand that struck my eyes was mine, mine atone—no one else— I did it all myself! What good were eyes to me? Nothing I could see could bring me joy.

you and your loved ones live together in infamy, you cannot see how far you've gone in guilt.