Quotes About Consequences

But the scientific importance of a change in knowledge of fact consists precisely in j its having consequences for a system of theory.

We're in an illusion about what our role is in world politics and foreign affairs, and our policies are killing and destroying and doing a lot of things that we are not aware of.

Life is full of choices, ma'am. Most we live once, then move on and forget. But others" - he narrowed his eyes - "we live a thousand times over and remember for the rest of our days. What's impostant is knowin' how to tell 'em apart. And then decidin' if you's willin' to pay the price. 'Cause choices...they always come at a price.

We do the best we can," she said softly, looking inward. "And punish ourselves for it. I've tried to make my choices with the idea that I've made those choices for the greatest good. Sometimes someone suffers in the process, but I made the decision for the right reason. That should count for something, shouldn't it?

Frog dies because of its making noise

You didn't kill him. He would have killed you, but you didn't kill him." "So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn't have time to sleep.

Lord Raoul asked me to tell you that if you get yourself killed, he will never speak to you again.

One of my da's tragedies was always the fact that he was bright enough to understand just how comprehensively he had shat all over his life.

Here's a little tip for you. If you don't like being called a murderer, don't kill people.

Don't fool yourself: we all have a cruel streak. We keep it under lock and key either because we're afraid of getting punished or because we believe this will somehow make a difference, make the world a better place.

I know what the right woman, at the right moment, can do to a man- not that Tessie seemed to have got away scot-free herself. Some people should never meet. The fallout spreads too wide and gets into the ground for much too long.

If you put your energy into how much a fall would hurt, you're already half way down.

out here in the real world, my man, you would be amazed how seldom murder has to break into people's lives. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, it gets there because they open the door and invite it in.

Foreshadow, plot buster or red herring... only time will tell: P69 -- Cassie waited; in the evening light through the window her eyes looked huge, opaque and watchful. I knew she was giving me a chance to say, Fuck the hair clip, let's forget we ever found it. Even now the temptation, tired and profitless though it may be, is to wonder what would have happened if I had.

Some people should never meet. The fallout spreads too wide and gets into the ground for much too long.

In the nights afterwards I used to wake up with my mind full of those headlights, brighter and deeper than the sun. I saw them again behind my eyelids in that dark lane, and I understood then that I could have just kept driving. I could have been like Lexie. I could have hit full speed and taken us soaring up off the road, into the vast silence at the heart of those lights and out on the other side where nothing could touch us, ever.

Although I knew that quite possibly this would have made no difference to anything at all, in the long run, I couldn't help thinking of all the casualties that silence had left behind, all the wreckage in its wake.

This guy couldn't order a sandwich without tying himself in knots about the possible consequences of mayonnaise.

Every time you say no to your big brother, God kills a kitten. Come on.

She knows that killing a person does almost-invisible things to you; it leave you arm-linked with death, your head tilted just a degree that way, so that for the rest of your life your shadows mix together.

At least when I palmed Aislinn off on Gary, I had the basic honesty not to do it for her own good. I did it because I felt like it, and fuck her.

I'm confused by the idea that you shouldn't go into a pub and do anything that might be bad for you,

At this third lie, Pinocchio's nose grew so long that he could not even turn around. If he turned to the right, he banged into the bed or windows. To the left, he hit the walls or the door. If he raised his nose, he would poke Fairy's eyes out. Like most liars, he was stuck.

Aldridge, c'est le temps qui lui reste à vivre. Tous les événements d'une vie sont connectés. Notre vie, à tout moment, est la somme de tous nos actes et de tous les lieux où nous nous sommes rendus. Nos décisions déterminent non seulement où notre vie prendra fin, mais aussi la personne que nous devenons en