Quotes About Consequences

there's nothing worse on this earth than privileged bureaucratic assholes who work the system. they never get caught, and if they do, there are no real consequences.

like to see Clay McCann thrown in prison because he doesn't like the idea of a man getting away with murder in his state, despite the weird legal circumstances of this one.

One must not put a loaded rifle on the stage if no one is thinking of firing it. —Anton Chekhov, Letter to Alexander Lazarev-Gruzinsky

It's inevitable that when there are hundreds of thousands of bureaucrats with endless budgets, who have no accountability and can't be fired, that these things are bound to happen.

She wished she could just set down the secret and leave it somewhere. But secrets were like land mines. You had to make sure no one stepped on them. Or the whole family might blow up.

How easy it is to leave things undone until they are too late.

Good and evil both increase at compound interest. That is why the little decisions you and I make every day are of such infinite importance.

If you don't attempt to weigh pros against cons, but instead use any glimpse of some potential benefit as justification for unrestrained use of a tool, then you're unwittingly crippling your ability to succeed in the world of knowledge work.

Addiction is a condition in which a person engages in use of a substance or in a behavior for which the rewarding effects provide a compelling incentive to repeatedly pursue the behavior despite detrimental consequences.

Mega biblion, mega kakon (Big book, big evil)

If you don't say anything, you won't be called on to repeat it.

Thinking about dark and troublesome things, wondering when they'll come to pay you a visit, turns out to be the very best way to call them to your side.

The trouble with being angry is that it not only makes you feel stupid, it encourages you to say stupid things as well. Stupid things that are hard to take back and impossible to erase.

Even a fool could become dangerous when armed with a secret.

You did not lose! You gave it away of your own free will. You gave me away. You gave away love.

She did what she did, then left the rest of us to deal with it.

It felt like betrayal, but in truth it was simply Muhammed Bruce's lament for the passing of an era. A time when Europeans had roamed the earth in pursuit of adventure, largely oblivious to the lives and laws of the people in the countries they picked through like cherries. Spitting out the pits. Just like my parents. They had stomped on the world like the Burtons of their era, only worse somehow because they did not think that their shoes left marks.

In my fairy- tale ending, we would have both survived the war and called it a miracle, but it seems that triumph in life is infinitely more subtle. I am damaged from the war, but I'm not broken. My heart is, at times, lonely, but I am still loved. Life was never meant to be as perfect as I had supposed; rather we are to adapt, make our best choices, and then live with the consequences, learning that it will all be okay.

We were just so glad to finally have the war over, nobody seemed to care who had won. We didn't understand that peace at any price is a fool's bargain. We welcomed apathy with open arms, invited it over for dinner, offered it keys to the spare bedroom, then silently slept while it sneaked up behind and cut our throats.

We were just so glad to finally have the war over, nobody seemed to care who had won. We didn't understand that peace at any price is a fool's bargain. We welcomed apathy with open arms, invited it over for dinner, offered it keys to the spare bedroom, then silently slept while it sneaked up behind and cut our throats. We wanted change. Could the new leaders be any worse than those who had just been overthrown? I would find out that very day.

Retribution is tricky. . . . The insult isn't usually worth the risk of punishment. And eventually one learns that karma has a surprising way of taking care of these situations. All you have to do is sit back and watch.

General Robert Baden-Powell, later founder of the Boy Scouts, drastically cut African rations in an attempt to spare not just his own men but any white civilians trapped in the town with them. His plan was to starve the native population until they were forced to break out of the besieged city in search of food, thus reducing the number of mouths to feed.

Criticized for going too far and calling Conkling a murderer, the New York Tribune denied that it had ever used the word. That said, it wrote, "when a child, in its mad rage, kicks over a table, upsets a lamp, sets the house on fire, and burns people to death, nobody supposes that the child intended murder. Mr. Conkling has been acting like a child in a fit of passion.

Choices are the hinges of destiny. Edwin Markham