Quotes About Consequences

To anger an Aes Sedai is to put your head in a hornets' nest.

Anger is like a flame blazing up and consuming our self-control, making us think, say, and do things that we will probably regret later.

Anger itself does more harm than the condition which aroused anger.

Never hit anyone in anger, unless you're absolutely sure you can get away with it.

The trouble with anger is, it gets hold of you. And then you aren't the master of yourself anymore. Anger is. And when anger is the boss, you get unintended consequences.

Anger turns the mind out of doors and bolts the entrance.

So much worse are the consequences of anger than its causes.

Fairest and dearest, your wrath and anger are more heavy than I can bear; but learn that I cannot tell what you wish me to say without sinning against my honour too grievously.

Allowing anger to seethe on the back burner will lead to a very large lid blowing off a very hot pot.

If we deny our anger, our pain, our ambition, or our goodness, we will suffer.

When you do something because you're angry, you almost always do the wrong thing.

Control yourself, it is not worth it. You will regret your rudeness afterwards, your sensitive nature will be troubled

Every stroke our fury strikes is sure to hit ourselves at last.

People hardly ever do anything in anger, of which they do not repent.

When you are angry, you make bad decisions in direct proportion to the level of your anger.

People in a temper often say a lot of silly, terrible things they mean.

We live by the assumption that what's good for us is good for the world. And this is based on the even flimsier assumption that we could know with any certainty what's good for us.

Most of us are still too sane to piss in our own cistern, but we allow others to do so and we reward them for it. We reward them so well, in fact, that those who piss in our cistern are wealthier than the rest of us.

They would not have been easy in their minds if there was something they could have got away with if they had not got away with it.

it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.

Tell him next, that crimes cause their own detection. There's another bit of copy-book morality for you, Fosco. Crimes cause their own detection. What infernal humbug!

Is the prison that Mr. Scoundrel lives in at the end of his career a more uncomfortable place than the workhouse that Mr. Honesty lives in at the end of his career?

The girl ginned again, more cheerfully than ever. 'Bless you, miss! Baxter's the keeper; and when he finds strange dogs hunting about, he takes and shoots 'em. It's keeper's dooty, miss. I think that dog will die. Here's where he's been shot, ain't it? That's Baxter's doings, that is. Baxter's doings, miss, and Baxter's dooty.' It was almost wicked enough to wish that Baxter had shot the housemaid instead of the dog.

Starting from this point of view, it will always remain my private persuasion that Nature was absorbed in making cabbages when Mrs. Vesey was born, and that the good lady suffered the consequences of a vegetable preoccupation in the mind of the Mother of us all.