Quotes About Consequences

betimes I will—to the weird sisters. (140) More shall they speak, for now I am bent to know, By the worst means, the worst. For mine own good, All causes shall give way. I am in blood Stepped in so far that, should I wade no more, Returning were as tedious as go o'er.

L'amor d'homes dolents es converteix en por; la por en odi, i l'odi fa que l'un, o bé tots dos, esdevinguin perill d'una mort merescuda.

Many a man's tongue shakes out his master's undoing.

A world in which the choices we make do not finally matter, because our wills are already fixed beneath the weight of a crushing determinism, is not a human world.

That tears shall drown the wind. I have no spur To prick the sides of my intent, but only Vaulting ambition, which o'erleaps itself And falls on th' other.

We'll surely go to hell for this. Lady Macbeth: And when we do, we'll rule that too.

he that drinks all night, and is hanged betimes in the morning, may sleep the sounder all the next day.

Why should the private pleasure of some one Become the public plague of many moe? Let sin, alone committed, light alone Upon his head that hath transgressed so; Let guiltless souls be freed from guilty woe: For one's offence why should so many fall, To plague a private sin in general?

But by bad courses may be understood that their events can never fall out good.

I am in So far in blood that sin will pluck on sin.

Soy muy soberbio, ambicioso, vengativo, con más pecados sobre mi cabeza que pensamientos para concebirlos, fantasía para darles forma o tiempo para llevarlos a ejecución.

O, had the monster seen those lily hands Tremble like aspen leaves upon a lute And make the silken strings delight to kiss them, He would not then have touched them for his life

It is surely significant, for instance, that Romeo and Juliet was written at around the same time as The Merchant of Venice, a play that is preoccupied with the whole question of freedom of choice and its consequences.4

I didn't say free, madam. No, I didn't say that. He's bound to Octavia. CLEOPATRA For what favor? MESSENGER For the favor of sleeping in her bed. CLEOPATRA I am pale, Charmian. MESSENGER He's married to Octavia, madam. CLEOPATRA May you die of the worst disease!

O, she tore the letter into a thousand half-pence; railed at herself, that she should be so immodest to write to one that she knew would flout her. 'I measure him,' says she, 'by my own spirit; for I should flout him, if he writ to me; yea, though I love him, I should.

The pound of flesh which I demand of him Is dearly bought; 'tis mine, and I will have it.

21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.

What occurred had to do with Will—Sam's fellow slave at Nathaniel Francis's. While submitting to one of his owner's periodical beatings, Will had finally snapped, perpetrating what for a Negro was the gravest of deeds: he had struck Francis back. Not only that, he had struck Francis savagely enough (with a lightwood fagot wrenched from a barnyard stack) as to have broken Francis's left arm and shoulder. Then Will lit out for the woods, and had yet to be found.

Speak when you are angry and you will make the best speech you will ever regret. —Ambrose Bierce If

By refusing to respect you and your needs, the other is bringing about a certain set of natural consequences, which themselves can become the other's teacher. Your job is to simply facilitate the learning process, beginning by asking reality-testing questions, and proceeding to warnings.

Everything was going along just fine until Mama caught me cutting out of the circles of tin with her scissors. I always swore she could find the biggest switches of any woman in the Ozarks.

A prisoner of war is a man who tries to kill you and fails, and then asks you not to kill him.

Never, never, never believe any war will be smooth and easy, or that anyone who embarks on the strange voyage can measure the tides and hurricanes he will encounter. The statesman who yields to war fever must realize that once the signal is given, he is no longer the master of policy but the slave of unforeseeable and uncontrollable events.

Well, in war, you can only be killed once. But in politics, many times.